COUGH! COUGH!
Harsh, bloody coughs arose from within the dust and smoke. A gust of wind blew, scattering it all away.
Atop Dragon Blood Mountain, Xiao Tian collapsed on the ground. His physical body was covered in cracks and bleeding profusely, looking like a piece of shattered porcelain that would break at the slightest touch.
Su Han's terrifying punch had not only shattered his life-saving golden Xiao character but had also completely snuffed out his hope.
Although he was still alive, he was barely hanging on by a thread. His injuries were far more severe than before. Without Holy Medicine to treat him, he would inevitably die sooner or later.
At this moment, Xiao Tian's appearance was utterly miserable. He no longer possessed his earlier bearing or dignity and lay on the ground like a dead dog.
