Ning Cheng didn't respond. He had completely lost the mood to answer. He had already checked his injuries and only then realized his meridians were severed and his dantian was utterly split open.
Such a terrible injury, it wasn't just him, even in the most advanced continents at the highest level, it couldn't be treated. Put simply, he was finished. To talk about cultivation was one thing, but even preserving his life was extremely difficult.
In the struggle against the giant dried-up black hand in the sand pit, he had desperately burned his essence blood, exerting all his strength to detonate several low-level magical artifacts, indeed managing to blast the black withered giant hand away. But similarly, he was also directly hit by the terrifying explosion. If it hadn't been for the inner armor he was wearing, his body might have been blown into a disfigured mess.
