In the dead silence, Huai Shi listened to the footsteps gradually approaching from afar, leaned against the tree trunk, and slowly slid down into the grass on the ground, gasping violently.
The stabbing pain that had filled his insides finally erupted, tormenting his consciousness, bringing warnings.
I was too arrogant.
I should not have taken that sword hit head-on.
Because I have a high resistance to poison, I didn't think that the sword could actually damage the Stigma. If it weren't for my Stigma, specially modified by Raven with a structure that had incomparable stability at its level, that sword strike could have turned me into a vegetable on the spot.
