His entire body was covered in injuries.
The injuries on his body were severe. His chest and heart area were badly mangled, and there was a hole in his abdomen. One of his legs was twisted, and a large piece of flesh was missing from his neck, as if it had been bitten off.
There was also blood at the corner of his mouth, and his arm that was holding the dagger hung unnaturally.
As he walked, blood spewed from his mouth and he tossed the crushed eyeball to the ground.
The poison fog behind him churned and instantly surged toward him, entering his body.
As the poison fog dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, it finally revealed the aftermath of the battle behind Xu Qing. A figure was now standing there in the clearing.
It was none other than the black-clothed guard with eight palaces who had been swept into the fog by Xu Qing.
