บท 43: Immortal!? (4)

Blood seeped from his wounds, soaking into his once-pristine robes, staining them with the dark red of his life force.

Though his heart had been spared, the shattered ribs had pierced his internal organs, causing dangerous bleeding within.

Each breath was a tidal wave of agony that rippled through his body, his chest heaving as if torn apart by invisible chains.

His cultivation, refined to the middle stages of Body Strengthening, had granted him an impressive physique, tempered by the trials of battle and years of arduous training.

Yet, these injuries had thrown his Qi into chaos, the energy surging uncontrollably through his meridians, wreaking havoc instead of bringing healing.

Blood and Qi stormed inside him like a whirlpool, tearing at his inner organs, devouring what little strength he had left.

With every heartbeat, he felt himself slipping further into darkness.