Going Back to the Martial City

Swallowing a repairing medicine and a Qi boosting pill, Ye Chen reached out his right hand and made a pulling moment. The storage ring on the ghost head’s finger automatically came off and flew towards his palm.

“Let’s get out of here first, the wounds are quite bad.”

While fighting against the ghost head, Ye Chen was wounded three times. One time was when he stabbed the ghost head and the latter’s brutal zhen Qi shook him; another time was when he was hiding under the ground and the ghost head had thrown a punch at him. The last time, he was wounded by himself. Although he had the protection from his low-rank light armor, once his zhen qi layer had been broken, the light armor could only block out the power on the surface. But once the remaining power went through the light armor, it would hit right onto his body. If it were not for his Pure Jade Body Art, his wounds would have been more severe.