Ethan finally let out a breath.
Once he was sure Ataneya could keep the newly arrived enemy pinned down, he retreated without hesitation, drifting backward until he reached the high air at the edge of the battlefield. It was a little farther from the main fight. Spatial rifts still flickered there, but they weren't nearly as violent as the ones over the center.
He forcibly calmed the surging power inside him, then pulled out a fistful of medicine from his storage space and stuffed it into his mouth.
The medicinal strength melted down his throat and spread through his body, barely suppressing the burning agony that kept chewing through his meridians.
His body was already wrecked.
He'd swallowed energy cores back-to-back, forcibly fused multiple powers together, and traded blows with the Abyssal Empress all the way to the end. Flesh and bone had been pushed past their limits. If he kept fighting, he really could die here.
