Ye Chen staggered to his feet, walking step by step toward the ruins.
His pace was visibly unsteady; the ground boomed beneath his heavy tread, and his body swayed violently. With every step he took, bloody chasms spread outward, and bare, white ribs were exposed. Every single wound was laced with a strange, eerie force that devoured the vital essence of his sacred body, withering his life force and causing his origin to collapse.
The youth in white climbed up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered with a chilling, yet playful and mocking expression.
Chapter 1628