Jingnan Divine General ran swiftly.
After covering several dozen miles, he couldn't help but scream in agony. Lifting his hands, he saw his fingers were broken and bleeding profusely. The wound in his abdomen had even slit open his intestines. Without a doubt, this was his most perilous moment. He gasped, the pain from his wounds causing him to break out in a cold sweat. These injuries were fatal; if his abdomen were pierced all the way through, he would have no chance of survival. Fortunately, he could still hold on.
He snarled, "God-Slayer! Evil Valley! I will return! When I do, I will make you pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"
He immediately turned to escape. However, at that moment, his body stiffened. He didn't dare move, for an invisible pressure suffused with a punishing aura left him gasping for breath.
