"Drip..."
Crimson drops of blood fell, staining the ground.
Clutching his wound, Fang Li staggered through the dark-red Hayajiro, breathing heavily and leaving a trail of blood behind him.
His body was burning.
Pain coursed through him.
His stamina was draining away.
His strength was weakening.
It was as though Fang Li could truly feel his life gradually drawing to an end, tormenting him without pause.
Yet even so, Fang Li still gripped his dagger tightly, his expression calm to a terrifying degree.
No, Fang Li himself did not know whether his state could be called calm.
Because he had no real sense of his life gradually slipping away.
Even though the intense pain never ceased, telling Fang Li that his situation was truly dire, his heart, indifferent to death, could not produce the slightest ripple.
Thus, Fang Li was able to analyze the current situation with what could only be called calmness.
"The wound... doesn't seem able to heal completely..."
That was Fang Li's current condition.
It was only natural.
Although the Wound Recovery Potion could restore injuries, it could only heal minor wounds. It simply could not fully cure a grievous injury that had nearly cut a person in half.
What was more, Fang Li had already used three-quarters of his Wound Recovery Potion. Less than a quarter remained, and after healing part of his wound, it had stopped taking effect.
Therefore, although Fang Li's injuries were no longer as severe as they had initially been, a grotesque wound still ran across his chest.
"Can't stop the bleeding?"
Fang Li pressed down hard on his wound, one palm already stained red.
The massive blood loss had begun to blur his vision.
Of course, that was not even the worst part.
"Look! There are bloodstains on the ground!"
"Over