The situation in other parts of Zhang Po's body was equally grim, with many fractures throughout and varying degrees of damage to all internal organs except the heart. In short, Zhang Po was hanging on by a thread, and without it, he would be no different from a dead man.
"From the day I killed your father and the 'Drilling Armor Corpse,' how many days have I been unconscious?" Xiao Yifei turned his head to ask Chang Wei.
"Three days," Chang Wei answered without a second thought. Chang Wei had been by their side all the time during these days. After the battle, the Chang Family was destroyed, and Chang Wutian's body was nowhere to be found, so there was no need for Chang Wei to handle any aftermath. He was waiting eagerly for the two to wake up, constantly counting the days.
