Sun Zhe lay like a slab of mud in front of the stone door, barely alive, his eyes almost blacked out from the pain, nearly suffocating.
"Damn... What kind of celestial dagger is this, that just one stab hurts so much?"
At this moment, he felt countless tiny blades crazily swirling inside his body, wreaking havoc on his internal organs.
The spiritual power attached to the dagger was indeed bizarre, clinging on persistently like a lethal poison once it entered the body.
Outside the barrier.
Master Huang's mouth curved slightly upwards, eyes filled with schadenfreude as he looked at Sun Zhe, "Kid, you brought this on yourself. Even if you got inside ahead of me, you'll just end up as a dead dog by the roadside."
In his viewpoint, Sun Zhe was as good as dead, because he had great confidence in his precious dagger.
Sun Zhe ignored him, took a deep breath, and with excruciating effort, sat up, looking at his lower leg which had lost its left foot, filled with dread.
