A spasm of wrenching pain forced Huo Yuhao back to consciousness.
His awareness, which had blurred when he relaxed his mind earlier, cleared with the impact...
Although Huo Yuhao had used the Six-Winged Angel's flight ability to slow himself considerably, the impact of falling from that height was still a little more than his battered body could bear.
Even in the instant before he slammed into the ground, Huo Yuhao had instinctively wrapped himself in the six pairs of pristine white wings on the Six-Winged Angel's back, reducing much of the damage from the fall.
But the remaining impact still worsened the injuries to his internal organs, even with the life force of the gold of life inside him constantly treating him and healing his wounds.
Yet from the moment he entered the Space-Time Turbulence until now, Huo Yuhao had never had a chance to truly rest and recuperate. His wounds had remained in a constant cycle of healing and tearing open again.
Whenever Huo Yuhao circulated his soul power now, his meridians suffered pain as though swords and sabers were cleaving them apart, while his spiritual power remained on the verge of exhaustion.
Right now, Huo Yuhao truly wanted nothing more than to find somewhere, anywhere, to rest and let his injured body recover.
Huo Yuhao climbed up from the ground, only to spit out a mouthful of blood he could not hold back. Only then did he weakly manage to steady himself.
But after standing up, Huo Yuhao did not immediately withdraw the three pairs of pristine white wings belonging to the Six-Winged Angel on his back.
He had discovered that the Six-Winged Angel's light element power was working with the gold of life inside him to accelerate the healing of his wounds.
But in the next second,