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The pain was indescribable.
Ye Xiong's body convulsed, his face turned purple, and he spat out white foam.
Veins on his arms bulged, and the blood vessels in his body felt as if they were about to burst.
His internal organs felt like they were being continuously stirred by someone's hand, completely displaced, and the tormenting pain left him breathless.
The people around were shocked into a stupor, but beyond their concern, they were utterly helpless.
Yang Xinyi had already cried her into a mess, holding onto Ye Xiong in an attempt to ease his pain, yet unable to stop it.
"Ruyin, where is Ruyin? Bring her here quickly," Yang Xinyi urged anxiously.
It was then that people snapped to their senses, and He Mengji hurriedly called Murong Ruyin.
The ringing sounded close by, and only then did they realize Murong Ruyin had arrived without their notice.
"Ruyin, you must save him, I beg you, save him quickly," an anxious Yang Xinyi pleaded.
"Move aside."
