"What I'm saying, Monkey Brother, even courting death shouldn't be done like this, right?"
Ye Zhen looked disdainfully at Arm-Connecting Fire Monkey King Sun Ba, who was continuously spitting dark-brown chunks of organs from his mouth. With a burst of force from his palm, he struck like lightning, sending streams of emerald light into Sun Ba's body. Only then did Sun Ba stop vomiting blood and organ fragments.
"Monkey Brother, I've already dispelled the force of the Dao Realm wrapped around your Monster Core that had been worsening your internal injuries.
"But the injuries to your internal organs are real enough. They are not only cracked and shattered in places, but covered in countless wounds. It's only because your physique is formidable and your recovery ability astonishing that you're still alive. Anyone else with injuries like yours would have died long ago.
"If you want to recover, then from now on, sit quietly and regulate your breathing. Do not move about recklessly or use spiritual power within half a year. Only then will there be some improvement.
"After that, you'll need to carefully nourish your internal organs with medicinal pills for another two years before you can fully recover," Ye Zhen said.
"My injuries need two and a half years to heal?" Having finally caught his breath, Sun Ba was somewhat horrified.
"At least two and a half years. If you don't believe me, ask Qingtong!" Ye Zhen said.
"What Brother Ye said is already the ideal scenario, with top-grade pills nourishing your internal organs. Under normal circumstances, injuries like yours won't heal in less than three or four years," Hu Qingtong said.
"I can't do anything and have to recuperate for three or four years?" As Hu Qingtong's estimate grew longer and longer, Sun Ba grew so anxious that