"Cough...!"
In the underground space, Sweet Mask could not help coughing up a mouthful of dark blood, his eyes widening.
"Sweet Mask...?!"
Xiqi's cry came from afar.
That voice was filled with terror and fear.
But Sweet Mask could no longer hear it.
All sounds seemed to be drifting away from him, leaving Sweet Mask to stiffly lower his head and look at his own body.
There, a horrifying wound that seemed to have split Sweet Mask in two ran straight across his waist.
A great deal of crimson blood flowed from it, instantly staining Sweet Mask's body red.
"Cough...! Ah...!"
Sweet Mask finally collapsed amid a painful groan.
Gradually dyeing the ground red.
"Sweet Mask!"
Xiqi ran over in a panic. He stood helplessly beside Sweet Mask for a long while before remembering something and hurriedly pulling out his phone.
"Quick! Get the medics here! Sweet Mask...! Sweet Mask has suffered a fatal wound...! At this rate, his life will be in danger!"
Xiqi's voice, filled with panic and terror, echoed through the entire underground space.
On the ground beside him, Sweet Mask struggled to raise his head.
All he saw was Fang Li's receding back.
"Damn... it..."
With that, Sweet Mask's vision went dark. His head drooped, and he lost consciousness.
"Sweet Mask! Sweet Mask!"
Xiqi's wail became a wave of sound.
By then, Fang Li had already arrived before Sylvia.
"You..." Sylvia said with a worried expression. "Did you really have to get that serious?"
Hearing this, Fang Li smiled faintly.
"I did get a little serious."
After all, that had been Fang Li's strongest strike.
Since advancing to the Third Level, Fang Li was no longer remotely comparable to how he had been at the Fourth Level.
How could they even be compared?
In terms of