Dracula looked exceptionally wretched at the moment, resembling a fish suddenly tossed into mid-air. He struggled desperately within that invisible net of agony, gasping for breath as every labored inhalation felt like undergoing a tremendous torture. Beads of sweat as large as peas continuously rolled down his pale forehead, soaking his originally neat hair. His eyes were wide open, and he gazed at Xu Lin ahead with an expression full of terror, as if Xu Lin were a demon who had walked out from the depths of Hell. The fear revealed in that gaze was practically overflowing, so much so that he completely failed to notice his brother Campbell speaking to him anxiously by his side.
All of this was naturally Xu Lin's masterpiece. Just moments ago, Xu Lin had skillfully used his own strength like a precise cheetah, striking Dracula's pressure points accurately with a single punch. In an instant, Dracula only felt a strange force rampaging through his body like a surging tide. His senses were magnified countless times over in an instant, and those minor pains from everyday life now became incomparably clear, as if every single nerve were being fiercely pierced by sharp needles. That sensation of pain multiplied tenfold or more, rushing at him with the force of a landslide and plunging him instantly into extreme agony.
Yet when the human body bears such unbearable, extreme torment, the cerebral nerves act like a loyal guard, automatically cutting off this flood-like nerve signal o…
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