Fuuma Kazuhiko's face was as black as charcoal, and his breathing was almost inaudible. He looked no different from a dead man.
He first felt his pulse to understand the basic situation.
Then, he pressed his hand on his thigh and gently spat out his internal energy. The poisonous needle stabbed into his thigh immediately shot out, and at the same time, it shot out a black blood clot.
Fortunately, he had already dodged in advance, thus avoiding the awkward scene of blood spurting on his face.
He then took out two more Taixuan Golden Needles and stabbed one into Fuuma Kazuhiko's heart and the other into his right kidney.
Finally, he took out a piece of lingzhi and stuffed it into his mouth.
After doing all this, a layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
Everything else was fine, but the two Taixuan Golden Needles consumed too much essence, qi, and spirit.