The next moment.
His vision darkened, and he fell straight to the ground.
After an unknown period, Han Yi slowly opened his eyes, struggling to sit cross-legged, a trace of wry smile on his face.
This was the first time he had been so miserable, unable to hold on to his consciousness and passing out directly.
Fortunately, he persisted until he reached the inn. The consequences would be unpredictable if he had fainted outside.
Han Yi wanted to take something out of his storage bag but found that his divine consciousness was still dim, and his body had no power at all. He knew that at this moment, he was no different from ordinary people, only his physical body was stronger.
He took a deep breath, pulling at the injuries on his body, and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
Then, he struggled to operate the Great Sun God Method, as if he was at the low Qi Cultivation stage, purely relying on cultivation techniques.
