Lights flickered ceaselessly overhead. A roar like thunder echoed in his ears. His limbs felt heavy and weak, and waves of piercing pain surged through his brain.
He was still alive.
Li Ang looked down at his chest. The skin there had been completely obliterated by the light spheres from the Radiant Crossbow. The manubrium and body of his sternum were gone, and eighteen of his twenty-four ribs were broken. Even more terrifying, his lungs, hidden beneath the ribs, were mostly charred and carbonized. Along with his heart, they emitted scorching steam.
With such injuries, an ordinary person would have died seven or eight times over; if not dead, they would have fainted from the sheer pain. Only someone like Li Ang, long parasitized by Mo Si and who could barely be considered human anymore, could still possess a conscious mind.
"COUGH, COUGH—"
Li Ang coughed. Instead of blood, he astonishingly expelled black powder.
