Chen Mo's cheek was pressed hard against the freezing, razor-sharp reef as the Bone-Eroding Demonic Qi raged through him like millions of scorched, venomous ants, frantically gnawing at his bone marrow and meridians. Every heartbeat felt like a blunt knife twisting in his chest. The greedy demonic thoughts radiating from the Chaos Star Vortex acted like an invisible fuse, completely detonating the toxic bomb that had long been buried within his body.
"Gasp... wheeze..." Ragged, bellows-like sounds tore from his throat. His consciousness drifted and sank in a tide of excruciating pain. In his blurred vision loomed the Husky's mountain-like yet lifeless silhouette, and not far away, the Jingyuan Sword lay quietly, as if mocking his impotence—heavy as a mountain, yet the one thing that could save his life was entirely beyond his grasp!
The silver trajectory projected by the Return-to-Void Star Chart twisted and flickered violently under the interference of the Chaos Star Vortex, frail as a candle in the wind, on the verge of going out. Hope was right there, within arm's reach, yet as distant as if separated by an entire sea of blood and abyss.
Chapter 109