Kyle gasped, blood trailing down his jaw as his body slid against the wall—not ordinary earth, but some weird, solid material—that he had just slammed into.
A grimace twisted his face. He realized at once that two of his ribs, along with several other bones, had shattered the moment the giant hurled him aside like a bothersome fly—despite the fact that this fake body of his held the strength of a 5th-stage Celestial.
Even so, at a rapid pace, the torn flesh and the shattered bones were already knitting themselves back together as the energies stored within his body surged to heal him.
However, it would still take a few long seconds before he was fully recovered.
Yet his glowing green eyes gleamed with unshaken resolve. But the resolve faltered when they suddenly locked onto Ares, who was searching for an exit with the others.
