Fang Hao collapsed onto that dust-covered prayer mat, feeling as if his entire body was about to fall apart.
His chest felt like a pair of bellows, every breath he drew tasted of blood, and the slightest movement caused pain in every joint of his body.
The aftermath of the collision between those Nascent Soul Old Monsters just now had nearly shattered his fragile Physical Body.
He hurriedly took out his best Medicinal Pill for healing, stuffing several into his mouth like they were candy, and then began to circulate the Chaos Derivation Art, guiding the medicinal power and that faint wisp of Chaos Qi to slowly repair his damaged Meridians and internal organs.
It would take at least ten days to half a month for these injuries to fully heal.
As he healed, he felt a lingering fear in his heart.
When Nascent Soul Old Monsters fought, the commotion was truly no laughing matter.
With his meager level of cultivation, he was no different from an ant in front of them.
