He sat up from the bed beneath him, a feeling of sore weakness assailing him.
Shi Hao was stunned, puzzled as to why he awoke with such soreness in his body.
How could he describe this feeling?
It was as if he had engaged in an intense battle with someone, and he was the one utterly defeated.
It was utterly absurd.
Logically speaking, at his level, a single punch could easily shatter stars and crush galaxies; his physical body had long reached a near-perfect state of invulnerability.
Even if he were to float in the Universe for tens of millions of years or thrown into scorching lava, letting corrosive forces wear at him, such a condition should not occur.
Shi Hao subconsciously rubbed his temple, trying to ease the soreness, but found the pain seemed rooted deep within his bones and not easily dispelled.
Yet strangely, despite its intensity, he could feel it posed no danger to himself and would completely vanish in two or three days.