After the great battle, Boundless City finally settled into silence.
Two hours passed before Ding Huan opened his eyes. He might not have had any missing limbs, but his condition was actually even more miserable than that.
At this moment, he seemed as if he had just undergone the punishment of being flayed alive.
Pieces of flesh were either hanging off his body or had already been scraped away. His hands and feet were almost completely severed into sections, and not only were his chest and back exposed, but his skull was also laid bare.
This was him, and anyone else suffering such horrific injuries would likely not be alive, though with good luck, their Primordial Spirit might survive.
For Ding Huan, as long as he had a breath left in him, no matter how severe his injuries, he could recover.
