Tian Sheng clutched his abdomen as he lay in an empty hospital room, gasping for breath.
A charred wound on his abdomen slowly seeped blood. He could only treat it bit by bit with a simple recovery Spell Formula, but recovering in a short time was simply too difficult.
As expected, he had been defeated in his battle against those black-robed men.
He had never stood a chance in a one-against-two fight to begin with. Their reserves of Spell Formulas and magical power both surpassed his, and they had the numerical advantage as well. All they needed was basic magic bullets to suppress him with firepower, leaving him no chance even to show himself.
Not to mention the enemies who had rushed down from upstairs to reinforce them afterward.
Facing an entire team of black-robed men at once, Tian Sheng had no power to fight back. He had suffered a crushing defeat.
The Magic Barrier he deployed would be shattered in less than two seconds, while his own magic bullets could not break through the enemy's defenses at all, easily blocked outside their barriers. In the end, he could only think on his feet and jump out the window to escape, yet a Flame Bullet still pierced his abdomen the instant he leaped into the air.
The enemy gave him no chance to adjust after landing either. Standing at the window, they rained down firepower on Tian Sheng below, trying to kill him outright.
Tian Sheng avoided most of the attacks, rolled across the ground, and rushed back into the building. Yet he was still struck by the remaining magic bullets in the process, collapsing to the floor, his fate unknown.
The spot where he had finally fallen lay in the blind spot beneath the second-floor window. Still, the black-robed