Star Art Master

The feeling of blood sliding over skin was like being caressed.

On the fifteenth level of Silent Helix, Gwen raised his head and watched Igula's blood slide across his arm. A strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind—so his blood was warm too.

But that was not a good sign.

Igula had already been badly wounded, and had not even escaped mortal danger. That volley from the Black Feather Guard had injured most of his organs; even several of his ribs were broken, and one shattered rib had pierced a lung. If he had not been treated in time, he would probably have already stepped into Hell by now.

But even so, he was still suffering from massive blood loss and other negative conditions. The healing of the Hydrotherapy Spell Spirit was built on the consumption of life force. After suffering such severe injuries, Igula had lost at least several years of his lifespan, and had also exhausted all the life force stored in his cells. Normally, he should have immediately fallen into hibernation to undergo deep recovery.

Back when Mr. Ash was in Broken Lake Prison, every time his body got wrecked, he would sleep his fill on the Healer's bed before waking up.

The only reason the Fraudster could still remain conscious now was because he was using Psychic Spellcraft to deceive his body. Even if he suddenly passed out in the next second, his body would have already done more than enough for him.

But in order to pull Gwen up, Igula had no choice but to squeeze out the last trace of energy from his body. The wounds he had just stopped bleeding from split open again, and the muscles that had just healed tore apart once more. This battered Doll of his began shedding cotton