Mei Hengkong, the current strongest man within the entire Divine Bird City, now stood unconsciously with only one leg while using his old walking stick to support his body from collapsing down.
Literally, no portion of his skin and organs was left undamaged. They were burnt, cut, torn, or stabbed. Thick red liquid with a metallic smell was dripping down from all over his figure.
His breathing was so faint that one could barely hear it even after placing their ear under his very nose.
His feeble aura was no different from those of early Fang Fighters who were just achieving their bloodline awakening.
In sum, if he suffered a bit more, anyone would think that he was dead one hundred percent.
