Crack—
The shield smashed Number Three's head into a bloody pulp.
But Hei Ta, using too much force, caused the wound on his lower back to gush blood uncontrollably.
The speed of blood loss became even faster.
Hei Ta clutched his lower back in pain, struggling to stand up.
But the more he struggled, the faster the blood flowed from his wound.
After just a few attempts, Hei Ta let out a painful wail.
His massive body collapsed to the ground like a toppled great pillar.
"Ugh—"
"It hurts—"
Hei Ta groaned once, then fell unconscious.
After a long while, at the hospital entrance, the medical staff and patients, who had witnessed the end of the battle, cautiously walked into the hospital lobby.
"Quick, help move the injured!"
A few medical staff members attempted to provide aid to Hei Ta.
But alas, Hei Ta's body was simply too heavy.
Despite their best efforts, they couldn't budge Hei Ta an inch.
Instead, they ended up panting from exertion.
