章節 1282: The Attacker

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Meng Chao was awakened by his own coughing.

He did not know how long it lasted.

It went on until the sky turned dark, until his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were about to spurt out from the depths of his throat. Only then did he slightly regain control of his body.

Even though his entire body was filled with incomparable pain, it told him that he was still alive.

His fragmented soul still took quite a while before it was barely pieced back together in the depths of his brain.

He took more than ten deep breaths and slightly suppressed the urge to spurt out blood. He clenched his loose teeth and struggled to get up. He knelt down on one knee and checked his own injuries.

The good news was that he was still wearing the totem armor.

The bad news was that the battle performance of the totem armor had plummeted to the bottom.