The "Drilling Armor Corpse," its attention fixed on the upper body furiously hammering Zhang Po's arms, coupled with not expecting such a powerful burst of strength from Zhang Po, was caught off guard and shoved away. It crashed heavily against the stone chamber wall, causing a booming sound and scattering dust all around.
"Are you alright, Zhang Po?" Xiao Yifei was burning with anxiety. Even though Zhang Po and the "Drilling Armor Corpse" had exchanged blows for a few rounds, only a little over ten minutes had passed since Xiao Yifei began recovering from his injuries. He assessed the condition of his leg; the recovery wasn't even halfway through. At this rate, Zhang Po would eventually be killed by the "Drilling Armor Corpse."
