His injuries looked quite terrifying at the moment, his clothes were riddled with holes, and there were over a thousand wounds covering his body, as if he were being cut to pieces while still alive.
However...
Although the injuries appeared to be serious, they were actually not bone-deep and were merely minor superficial wounds that did not affect movement or endanger his life; they only looked frightening.
They were nothing compared to the injuries he had suffered in the Evil State that time, which were far more severe, causing him to even faint for ten days afterwards.
This time was far from that level.
It was just somewhat painful.
After wiping away the blood from a cut on his cheek with his finger, he suddenly had the odd idea to taste it; it was salty, like the taste of rust. Having lost so much blood, he wondered how many days he would need to consume heavenly and earthly treasures to recover.
