Li Su was in a sorry state, sprawled in a mountain hollow and gasping for breath. His stamina had been drained severely, and he was drenched in sweat.
He had quite a few wounds.
Some had been left by blades, some looked as though something had bitten and torn at him, and there were also two fist imprints—marks that had been branded into his flesh and would not fade.
Those were the wounds the nine of them had left him. They were quite serious; bone showed in many places, his internal organs had been pierced through by their power, and his body had nearly been blown apart.
Thank goodness this was a land where laws were forbidden. Otherwise, those people would most likely have finished him off.
Lowering his head, Li Su glared hatefully at the culprit behind it all: that damned Taotie Scripture. It was still stuck to his belly, like a stubborn plaster, utterly impossible to shake off.
Damn it. If not for this bastard, he would never have been surrounded and attacked like that.
It was not merely divine abilities. They had also bolstered themselves with magical treasures and mobilized a vast amount of extraordinary matter to assist them. In just a few breaths, they had nearly shattered Li Su's physical body.
"Damn it, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Though this sticky pest had caused nine peerless figures to swarm him in a frenzy, its actions did not seem like an act meant merely to make him the target of concentrated fire. While he was under siege, it had helped as well. Not only had it absorbed the extraordinary matter from those peerless figures' attacks, it had also assisted him in blocking them, greatly weakening their force. Otherwise, Li Su's injuries would not have been