C216 Beat Black(2)

Was there no other way?

No, there had to be a way. It all depended on whether he wanted to take a gamble or not. Ma Mingyun lifted his right hand. His wounds were almost healed, but he still couldn't use too much strength. He looked down at his chest, and although it hadn't completely healed yet, his life was in no danger.

Grasping the spatial structure around him