"Haaah..."
"Honestly, this really, really hurts..."
Su Ye grimaced, his handsome, almost demonic features twisting in pain.
The gray light manifested by "Fated Death" had pierced his chest and shredded his lungs—every breath Su Ye took was an agony of fire.
Worse, the dense aura of death carried within the gray light was still corroding his flesh.
This forced Su Ye to pour his Magical Power into suppressing the aura, neutralizing it to prevent it from reaching his heart and causing his injuries to rapidly worsen.
As a result, more than forty percent of his total Magical Power was tied up and unusable.
'So... I have sixty percent of my Magical Power left?'
'No... even less than that!'
Su Ye smiled bitterly.
The fierce battle, the effort to suppress the Eternal Hunter Incarnation, and the activation of his Quasi-Technique, the Netherworld Boat, had all massively consumed Su Ye's Magical Power.
Now, he only had thirty percent of his Magical Power left to use.
