The impact of the abyssal arrow did not end the battle.
Meng Ji's body lay embedded in the fractured arena floor, the stone beneath him shattered into jagged fragments from the force of the collision. For a brief moment, it seemed as though the fight had already reached its conclusion.
Then…
He moved.
A ragged breath escaped him as his body twitched, blood spilling from multiple wounds. His left arm was gone entirely, obliterated by the strike. Deep wounds ran across his torso, and the black frost still clung to parts of his flesh, slowly eating away at what remained of his defenses.
Yet…
He lived.
A Nascent Soul cultivator.
A disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect.
This was not enough to kill him.
Meng Ji forced himself up, his body trembling under the strain. His eyes burned with fury, veins bulging across his neck as he glared at Han Yu.
Without hesitation, he reached into his storage and pulled out several pills.
Han Yu recognized one of them immediately.
