In the otherworld, Chen Shouyi stood motionless, wisps of green smoke curling from his body as he held his fist-swinging pose.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Half a minute later, his body swayed. With a boom, he fell to his knees, smashing a huge crater into the ground.
He tried to struggle to his feet, only to find his strength completely spent. He couldn't even stand.
"But it seems we're safe."
Chen Shouyi was absolutely certain that his punch had struck the Lord of Lightning.
He wanted to go outside and see what was happening, but he couldn't even get up, so he decided to leave it alone.
With great effort, he moved away from the Space Channel and sat down.
"Heh... cough, cough!" He grinned, but the motion tugged at the injuries in his chest and abdomen, and he coughed violently.
Dry, black blood mixed with charred organs sprayed from his mouth.
Chen Shouyi didn't care in the slightest. He laughed wildly, his face brimming with relief.
I actually survived.
He didn't know whether the Lord of Lightning had died, but after taking one of his punches, surely he couldn't have come away unscathed. At the very least, he had to be gravely injured.
After laughing for a while, Chen Shouyi's smile gradually faded, and he began tending to his injuries.
He glanced down and was surprised to find that the armor, which the other's spear had pierced, had repaired itself. But he had no mood to investigate.
He removed the armor and put it away, then ended his Giant Transformation. His body was blackened all over, and tiny bolts of divine lightning still danced across his wounds, continuing to ravage his flesh.
Injuries caused by divine power were a real nuisance.
In essence, it was a kind