His figure remained impressive—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and lean muscle—yet his skin was already rotting away beyond recognition.
His exposed ribs were visible along his spine, but he seemed completely devoid of sensation. Sliding down the inner cavity of the vine, he immediately dropped flat onto the ground.
The mucus at the bottom appeared to be the most corrosive of all. Lin Zhijing felt as though he could smell the scent of his own flesh cooking from behind, but remembering what Ye Xi'an had said, what did this bit of pain matter now?
Chapter 99