Time swiftly passed, and within the blink of an eye, several days had gone by.
On this day, Li Zhirui opened his eyes and after probing his body with his Divine Sense, a bitter expression couldn't help but surface on his face.
His meridians were damaged; in the worst areas, they were on the brink of collapse, nearly severed; his Spiritual Soul had also become languid, and the once shimmering Sea of Consciousness now lay heavy with a deathly stillness.
"At least I'm still alive," Li Zhirui voiced to comfort himself.
In fact, his escape from the hands of San Gui had been possible not only due to their contempt and underestimation but also because Li Zhirui was ruthless enough to himself to discard all the Magic Artifacts he had on him.
Cheep!
Screech!
Hearing Li Zhirui's voice, Da Qing and Xiaoqing hurriedly looked over and inquired how his injuries were.
