Having weathered countless battles and been wearing his armor, Hou Tao regained consciousness after only a short time.
The moment he opened his eyes, he heard a succession of thunderous booms and felt the ground beneath him shaking.
Gritting his teeth against the sensation that his body was being torn apart, Hou Tao struggled to his feet. To his horror, ruined roofs and shattered walls lay everywhere. Several colleagues who had also been unconscious for a while gathered around him, all staggering like the remnants of a defeated army.
But far more would never rise again.
"Old Jin, Old Yun... how are you holding up?"
A metallic sweetness rose in Hou Tao's throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Only now did he realize that his internal organs hurt as though they were on fire.
Although he had little experience using the Battle Armor in its armored form, the operating manual and the Auxiliary Brain Chip's prompts told him that he had undergone the comprehensive restoration it provided.
The earlier shock wave had ruptured his internal organs, inflicting severe injuries. A Qi Refining practitioner without the armor's protection would likely have died beyond any hope of treatment.
In fact, even he had never expected to survive. Someone with ordinary Qi Refining strength had no power to resist Core Formation-level combat strength.
Even so, this could not bridge the immense gulf between the two.
This world really is far too dangerous. Looks like I need to get ashore as soon as possible.
With no familiar replies coming over the communication channel, Hou Tao thought this with no small measure of sorrow.
Those who lived by the blade had no room for sentimentality. Even if every companion died, they still had to keep fighting. But that did not mean their