After summoning all the Energy Angels once, Fang Hong finally stopped, pressed his left hand on the Information Crystal on his chest, and recalled them all. Then his speed naturally slowed down; he had been too busy to notice anything earlier, but now he felt a piercing pain coming from his right hand.
Cold sweat broke out on him immediately, but he gritted his teeth, drew the Short Sword from his boot with a backhand pull, then removed a sleeve from his trench coat, and next tied the Short Sword together with its Sword Sheath tightly to his right hand, making a simple splint.
After finishing this simple task, he was drenched in sweat, lifted his head, his face was pale with loss of blood, and he was almost exhausted. However, Fang Hong didn't say a word, just leaning against the wall, continuing to walk forward, his steps stumbling, one foot deep, one foot shallow, but at least he hadn't stopped —
