Without Bai Yao's support, Shang Yu wouldn't have even been able to stand.
The Myriad Forms Eye could indeed keep him alive, but it couldn't spare him the pain. Having never suffered such agony in his entire life, he was already on the verge of a mental breakdown.
There wasn't much light in his eyes yet. He merely stared ahead in silence, taking a good while to figure out what those black threads were for—with just a crook of Haoqiu's finger, the vitality of all those people would be instantly drained dry.
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