After fifteen more checkpoints, you have to look far out to see players in the bubbles.
"Cough! Cough!"
Blood seeped from Li Changzhou's mouth, floating in the bubble like a satin strip.
His face was deathly pale, his once smooth and handsome face was covered with dense bumps filled with white pus.
The last checkpoint was a world of illness. He had [Divine Body], all sorts of strength were there, tools could be used at will, yet even so, he nearly died from illness.
Both legs were broken too, a fatal fracture from illness, [Divine Body] couldn't restore them.
There were remnants of other players' strength on him too; hundreds of players, still with energy after being sick, launched attacks together, bombarding him with all kinds of strength.
Thinking of that scene, Li Changzhou couldn't help but narrow his eyes again.
The bubble's strength circulated, washing away the virus residues like dirt, his severed limbs began to regenerate, 'Ability' filled instantly.
