If Jon Stones had a virtual interface status, at this moment, he would be receiving a spam of warning notifications about his current state.
The simple act of breathing now became a chore to this powerful Pugilist.
Every breath that he drew in left his lungs like they were on fire.
The light that shone into his eyes now felt so penetrative like he was a demon that was being purged by the purifying light of the Light God.
His body felt like it was on fire, from his bones, his blood, everything felt so painful like a thousand knives were constantly stabbing at his organs.
"Urggh…!" Jon Stones groaned and growled deeply at the pain.
At this moment, not only was his health points below 5% and at a critical level, but his mana points were also at a critical level below 10%.
He was already at his wits end and he was realistic, he recognized it and was why he no longer deemed it fit to keep on resisting.
If he was going to die, he would die like a warrior.
