BANG!
The instant Corey crashed into the ground, his eyes could not help but bulge out and he started coughing furiously.
Blood poured out of his nose and lips, and his gaze became slightly hazy. His breathing became uneven and forced for a few seconds, and then he wiped the blood from his lips with his left hand while gripping his axe tightly with his right hand.
'I was hoping he was going to keep on speaking while allowing me to recover more, but I guess that was a pipe dream.'
Corey coughed once again, and then he inhaled and exhaled deeply once again before looking up.
'If the stars of consciousness I assigned to take control of my body in the case of an emergency failed to act on time, I would have sustained more grievous injuries.'
'But even with that, just the force from the attack was more than enough to send me flying.'
