Kapitel 918: Slaughter

His vision was spinning around, on the verge of passing out, but the pain on his chest kept him up. Gan Shuo flew across from his subordinates' formation and rolled on the ground. He ended up sprawled on the ground and faced the bright sky. However, the bright sky was somehow dark to him.

'Am I going to die?' That was the first thing that crossed in Gan Shuo's mind. It was very hard for him to breathe and his vision started to dim, 'No! I can't die yet. At least, not until I ensure my subordinates' safety.'

He got a low-grade healing potion, the only healing potion he had in his inventory. The vial appeared in his hand, but he was having a hard time delivering the potion into his mouth. He pushed himself and put the vial into his mouth, holding the vial with his lips as the liquid poured into his mouth.