Su Mo tried desperately to suppress the pain brought on by the Genetic Potion, but even breathing was excruciating, let alone standing up, much less fighting.
Moreover, in this situation, even if he were in his prime state, he might not be able to turn things around. It's truly misfortunes never come singly!
"Cough, cough, is it?"
At this moment, the old man rasped, as he pressed down on the armrest of the wheelchair with sudden force.
Instantly, a hidden needle made from a concentrated Meat Erosion Sunflower shot out from the wheelchair armrest, injecting into the old man's body.
In an instant, despite his withered appearance, the old man's face showed a hint of color.
Then he slowly stood up, his solemn gaze fixed on Coret, his entire presence exploding with a terrifying aura.
In an instant, Coret and his subordinates took a step back in fear, their eyes revealing a look of incredulity.
"You're not paralyzed?"
