Fang Hao lay unconscious in that hidden mountain cave like a dead dog, completely unresponsive.
His injuries were too severe; his Divine Soul had been ravaged by both the 'war soul' trial and Ghost Bone Superior, and his Sea of Consciousness was dim and covered in fine cracks.
His Physical Body was even more miserable, with several broken ribs, displaced internal organs, damaged Meridians, and not a single drop of Qi remaining; his skin was still marked with charred traces left by the erosion of ghost Qi and force fields.
If not for the Chaos Derivation Art automatically protecting his body, and the Hundred Refinements Golden Body Art making his Physical Body much tougher than those of the same rank, combined with the large amount of Medicinal Pill he swallowed before losing consciousness to keep his last breath, he would likely have been stone-cold by now.
