Cells are shattering, meridians cracking, bones creaking with a sound that echoes, a pain that an ordinary person could hardly bear, constantly stimulating his pain nerves.
Accompanied by this agony, Lin Mo clenched his teeth, almost biting down with such force that his molars threatened to shatter, the veins under his skin bulging along with the pain. This pain was not only tormenting his body but also battling against his spirit.
Waves of intense pain surged incessantly like a flood, subjecting Lin Mo to a dual grind—physical and spiritual ordeals.
He felt as if each cell was exploding, only to be repaired crazily by the surging Spiritual Energy and True Yuan, the cycle of fragmentation and restoration, bringing indescribable pain, even his consciousness seemed to have a momentary illusion of confusion.
"Mu Tianlong..."
"Duanmu Jinglin..."
