Chapitre 563: 71

Sylas had only about 30% recovered from his earlier injuries. But now he didn't just revert; his situation was probably even worse. 

A vine tried to skewer him from the back; however, it ran into his Scorpion Warlord tail, the dividing line between his life and death. 

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his mind swimming with darkness as though he might lose consciousness at any moment. 

Another spike of pain sharply caught his mind as he bit his tongue, trying to recover. He had to be ready for another attack. Anything, something. 

But when his visualization finally cleared enough to lock onto the heart, he realized that it was oddly not taking action either. 

Sylas realized what the problem was immediately. It was struggling to reconnect itself with the world around it. 

His punch hadn't been useless. It didn't kill the heart, but it had injured it. However, those injuries were minimal compared to everything else.