"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Ye Mo gasped as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He spat out another thick, dark glob that splattered across him.
His vision shook.
Everything inside him felt burned.
Every breath felt like shattered glass scraping through his lungs.
"Damn… it hurts…" he gritted out, clutching his stomach. "What… happened to me?"
He tried to move—but the moment he shifted even an inch, a horrifying crackle of pain lanced through his torso.
It felt as if his entire stomach had caved in.
No—not just the stomach.
His spiritual sense brushed against his own body internally—
—and he nearly blanked out from the shock.
"…My internal organs…"
His voice trembled in disbelief despite his efforts.
"They're… all shattered…?"
Every part of his body ached as if he'd been struck by a divine hammer.
"Wha—??"
Then his memories snapped back into place, and he finally remembered that he was still fighting Li Feng.
