The pain from his burning throat and suffocation both made Tang He roll on the ground.
Soon, he began hammering his chest. His throat was injured by his fingers which were still covered in metal energy. Streams of blood gushed out of those wounds.
However, he couldn't feel that, because the burning pain from his chest and throat and the suffocation almost put him into unconsciousness.
The dark mist covered his face and eyes and soon began corroding them.
"Ah…" His eyes were slowly devoured. His burning throat and lungs, and all other kinds of pains that he had been suffering made him want nothing but a quick death.
He opened his mouth wide to roar, but he had already lost his voice.
Lin Qiao understood his meaning. She leaped off the building and reached out a hand, then bent over and inserted her claws deep into Tang He's skull.
Puff!
