The other person responded, but Isaac was too gravely hurt, he didn't have the energy to yell. He could only close his eyes and meditate in hopes of recovering some spiritual energy in his power core.
Spiritual energy was like a martial artist's second heart-if they could channel it, they could increase the speed of recovery. However, he knew that with his current injuries, even if the Apothecary came, it would still take some time to heal.
After some time, a low voice suddenly sounded. "Neighbor, who are you?"
Hearing this question, Isaac's eyes flew open.
Is it my imagination?
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