Gu Chen sat in the wet mud, and his chest felt as if it had been smashed by a heavy iron hammer. The scene was oddly similar to when before these demonic guys showed up.
He was still sitting with his back against the jagged rock, and his eyes twitched as he watched the bizarre scene unfolding in front of him.
Nothing had changed. He was still covered in mud. Still coughing blood. Still missing several ribs.
Only one thing had changed.
And that was his worldview.
He slowly looked around the battlefield. Then he looked at Gu Fan. Finally, he looked up at the poisonous green sky.
"Heavenly Dao..." He muttered weakly, "If I have unknowingly offended you… Just strike me with lightning and get done with it. But please stop letting me witness this."
Gu Fan was acting exactly like a starved dog that had just found a butcher's shop.
