The Blood Zombie Young Master slammed violently into the stone wall and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Poof."
His body slid down the wall before collapsing onto the ground. When he lowered his gaze toward his chest, a look of pure horror spread across his face. A large hole had been torn through his torso, and fresh blood continued to gush from the wound without stopping.
For an ordinary martial artist, such an injury would have meant certain death. A wound that pierced straight through the chest would destroy the heart and lungs in an instant. However, the Blood Zombie Young Master was no ordinary cultivator. His body had been transformed through the Blood Demon Art, turning him into a Blood Zombie with abnormal vitality.
Although the injury was severe, it did not immediately threaten his life. As long as he could find time to recover and replenish his strength with blood, there was still a chance for him to survive.
But there was one problem.
