The torrential black rain fell relentlessly, enveloping the entire Flat Sea City in a curtain of ink, making the coastal metropolis appear as if baptized in ink wash.
Only the last little bit, less than three inches, of the seventh incense stick remained, and it was about to burn out completely.
Fang Lin coughed incessantly, his mouth dripping with blood, and his body had many bruises. At this moment, coughing out the bruises allowed him to relieve some discomfort in his body.
"Was it too forced?" Fang Lin mused wryly in his heart. Although the Cloud Dream Pill had been refined, this time he had injured his vitality, and the damage to his heart and veins had begun to worsen.
It was no wonder, for the Devouring Heaven Skill was an extremely domineering Pill Refining method. Even under normal circumstances, utilizing it drained a great deal of energy.
All the more so as Fang Lin was injured. Such strenuous activity naturally exacerbated his heart and vein injuries.
