Every teleportation exacerbated his already weak body, and the wounds on his back burned like fire, each surge of blood bringing out fine fragments of golden sparks.
The burning wings tore through the long sky, charring a series of blackened ravines beneath the continuous mountain range.
Jiang Shu's form flickered between jagged rocks and withered trees, each teleportation bringing forth faint space ripples, his speed significantly slower than during his peak.
Sweat mixed with blood trickled from the corner of his forehead, seeping into the gaping wound on his back.
The Geng Metal Annihilation Power left behind by the Golden Roc's last counterattack clung to him persistently, continuously destroying his meridians and further disturbing his already depleted blood and energy.
His face was as pale as paper, and every forced activation of the space power felt like a soul extraction, even causing double vision at the edge of his sight.
