"Hiss!" Leaning against a broken tree, Wuhan clutched the side of his waist. Blood seeped through his hands, which were tightly pressing on a gaping wound.
The wound was so deep that even the tissues deep within his body could be seen from the outside.
"Argh!" With all of his efforts, Wuhan tried to push himself to stand up, but his legs seemed to be out of energy. Dark wisps of energy gnawed at the wound; fighting against it was a pale green energy.
"I have to get out of here and find others." Glancing at the wound, the emperor popped another pill in his mouth and directed it all towards the wound. But this pill, unlike the previous one, radiated even more energy.
Swoosh!
"Rargh!" And like the special presence it had, the medicine worked like a charm, and the wounds closed at a visible rate. From the broken tissue and the most dead cells, the energy of the pill revived it all.
