On the battlefield,
Lis staggered and half-knelt on the cracked black rocks, his heavy breathing piercingly loud in the Shadow.
Lis felt a storm suddenly rise in his mind, the pain came so fiercely, it was as if someone was wielding an extremely sharp axe, striking his skull mercilessly.
Every bit of pain was like sharp steel needles piercing straight into his nerves, forcing him to let out a pained howl.
His body trembled uncontrollably, his hands clutching his head tightly.
Cold sweat continuously rolled down from his forehead, his entire body collapsed on the ground, in a wretched state.
His trembling fingertips clutched the storage ring, his knuckles turning blue-white from excessive force.
As the scarlet light flowed over the surface of the ring, several Legendary Potions appeared in his hands one by one.
Without wasting any time, Lis tilted his head back and poured the dark red liquid down his throat.
