Seeing the miserable state of Hongjun, Yang Mei could not help but feel a sense of fortune that he had handed over the Chaos Green Lotus Seed. Hongjun's originally transcendent and ethereal figure was now in utter disarray. His face was as pale as paper, a hue seemingly covered by the frost of a bitter winter, devoid of the slightest trace of blood. The blood staining the corners of his mouth was startlingly vivid, winding like a crimson snake and striking terror into the heart. His body was swaying precariously, like a flickering candle in the wind; every slight tremor felt like a signal of a fading life that could extinguish in the chaos at any moment, turning into nothingness.
Yang Mei's heart contracted violently, as if gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and the pain instantly spread through his entire body. Cold sweat broke out involuntarily on his forehead, dense beads gathering into rivulets that slid down his cheeks, gleaming with an eerie light in the faint glow of the chaos. A trace of lingering fear flashed in his eyes, his pupils contracting sharply, and his gaze was filled with terror and panic. In his heart, he secretly rejoiced that he had made a wise choice at the critical moment. "Good thing, a good thing I wasn't as foolish as Hongjun," he muttered to himself, his voice as faint as a falling leaf in the wind, barely audible. His body trembled slightly, the tremor rising from the soles of his feet and rapidly spreading over his whole body, every mus…
Chapter 80