When he came to the place where he passed out after a sharp pain yesterday, Mel did not stop, and he entered the narrow road on the right. After a right turn, five steps, and a left turn, he reached the chamber where four people could comfortably work.
When the size of the life energy accumulated in his non-Dragon Transformed hands reached the height of two spans, he launched four attacks in a row. They each went in separate directions, and Mel sat cross-legged, gasping for breath.
Maybe the first few coughs were because he was holding his breath until he got here, but what followed was his body's reaction to the amount of poison he was exposed to. The coughing intensified as he continued to breathe, and the five people who had come into the small room stopped and took a few steps back when they saw Mel vomiting blood.
