A fierce battle had just occurred in midair, and he won.
But he didn't completely win...
It wasn't a fight to the death, they set the boundary at the thirty-mile cloud line, stepping out meant losing.
Meng Chuan stepped out of the boundary, so he lost.
But in the moment of collision, Meng Chuan blocked and countered with his crescent halberd, striking him in the waist, nearly breaking his bone...
"Hiss..."
Applying medicine to the bruised area, Dong Yue couldn't stop gasping in pain.
At the same time, he practiced hardening techniques, wrapping his wound slowly with a golden glow like flowing liquid, healing bit by bit.
Dong Yue observed that this area of skin and flesh was completely pierced by hidden force, almost reaching the rib.
This blow, he might take at least half a month to recover...
Dong Yue's expression was surprised and twisted in pain.
It wasn't to blame Meng Chuan.
