When Li Yao unsteadily returned to the medical tent, his hair stood upright as if they had been scorched by a flame spirit glyph.
He ruthlessly smashed himself into the medical treatment pod. He felt as if everything was spinning, as if he was a small boat in the middle of a tempestuous storm.
He had been vomiting for a long time, and now, there was nothing left to even vomit; half way through the journey, he had already puked out all the gastric acid in his stomach and had almost spat out his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.
"A gentlemen's revenge is never too late, even after ten years. Little Black, you just wait and watch! The day I become a Master Refiner, I will definitely modify you into a broom!" while throwing up, Li Yao ruthlessly shouted in his heart.