It took 100 milliseconds for a human brain to register pain. And in that seconds, how much blood had Bai Fu Rong lost?
No matter what the answer was, the glaring pool of blood was more than clear.
"ARRRGGGHHHH!!!"
Yet, without a moment of pause, another round of extreme pain stung his entire body. Bai Fu Rong fell to the ground. His face was deathly pale and his eyes were lifeless. His body remained motionless under Jin Longwen's feet.
Meanwhile, the demon with his face stained from his victim's blood stared expressionlessly at the fallen prey.
Jin wiped the blood on his mouth. Though the scent of flesh was beginning to fill his senses, he didn't find nauseating. From deep inside him, there came a sense of familiarity instead - a beautiful nostalgia.
"Get him up."
In that moment, Hiroto stepped forward and yanked Jin by his arm. "This is enough."
Jin scoffed. He slapped Hiroto's hand away. "It's enough when I say it's enough."
