Cold, viscous, and reeking of blood.
His consciousness felt as though it were sinking into a bottomless abyss of asphalt, wrapped and dragged down by thick, dark red fluids. The ferocious blood Qi, like millions of greedy leeches, frantically drilled into his pores, gnawing at his withered flesh and eroding his fragile spirit. The final counterattack of the Bone-Eroding Demonic Qi had subsided under the lingering might of the Jingyuan Sword Intent, leaving behind riddled devastation and a bone-deep chill.
Death had never felt so close, so tangible.
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