Qin Lie felt as though his lungs were an old bellows, every breath laced with the taste of blood and a burning, searing pain. His wounds, torn open during the frantic run, continuously leaked fresh blood that stained Lin Feng's arm red.
Worst of all was the psychological trauma. The chilling willpower of the Wolf Spirit phantom and the final collision with the High Priest's mental secret art felt as though they had left countless microscopic cracks across his soul; intense pain, accompanied by a heavy wave of dizziness, relentlessly battered his consciousness.
The Ancient Mirror Fragment at his waist was ice-cold and utterly unresponsive, its tiny fracture acting like a taunt, reminding him of the price they had just paid.
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