"Old Zhang, you're a fucking idiot!"
Ma Long flew through the air, cursing: "Did I ask you to save me? Do I need you to save me?"
Damn you!
With the corners of his eyes slightly moist, Ma Long fiercely twisted his waist, adjusting his body into an upright position, forcibly ignoring his left leg, which had lost all sensation, and the severe pain in his right arm. He once again activated the thrusters behind him to counteract the backward momentum.
At this moment, after the high-intensity battle, his physical condition was extremely miserable.
The left leg was torn at the thigh root, only a layer of skin barely holding it together. The right arm was twisted into a strange angle, essentially incapable of any movement.
The combat suit on his left abdomen was pierced, revealing a gaping hole flowing with foul-smelling black blood.
Yet even with such injuries, Ma Long felt a surge of excitement within him.
That was the effect of Dragon's Blood No. 3.
