"Chi!"
"-3456!"
At that moment on the battlefield with Feng Luo and the Doctor there was a conclusion.
"Pant…pant…"
When the two silhouettes at high-speed pulled away after the clash, Feng Luo had two more scalpels on him, one was slightly away from his throat, trembling along with his panting.
However, this damage was not enough to kill him, because his healing Force was continuously recovering his health and injuries.
A wretched wound a few inches long appeared on the Doctor's chest, where his skin and flesh peeled, and the deepest part was almost at his heart.
Above his head, continuous bleeding damage coefficients of up to a hundred per second appeared.
"Damn it, I've underestimated you." The disdain on the Doctor's face had completely turned into rage.
