Under the night sky, a black boat sped through the air.
It melded seamlessly into the surrounding darkness, invisible and silent to the outside world, like a specter of the night.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
Aboard the boat, Ye Zhao coughed violently as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Awoken?"
Zhu San, who was piloting the Black Boat, glanced back at him.
At that moment, Ye Zhao was in a sorry state: his white clothes were tattered and stained with blood, with a large slash in his protective clothing revealing his chest, making him look quite wretched.
"The force Li Fei injected into your body is malicious and extremely damaging to the human body; your organs have already begun to fail. Before you awakened, I managed to control the injury with medicine. Now, you must focus on healing."
Zhu San said.
Ye Zhao possessed a core-level self-healing extraordinary ability, and his own force also carried some healing effects, so as long as he was awake, he need not worry about his injuries.
