This body was Fang Lin.
Anyone who saw it would think it was a corpse. After all, from all indications, Fang Lin was dead, devoid of any sign of life.
His chest had collapsed inwards, his flesh was a mangled mess and one could faintly see his nearly dried-out heart, as well as the ruptured arteries that once served it.
Setting aside the other injuries on his body, the damage to his heart was undoubtedly the critical blow.
Fang Lin had laid on this huge stone for ten days now, unmoved since the Giant Turtle Demon King had brought him here.
At this moment, a turtle appeared by the side of the giant rock. It was the Giant Turtle Demon King, but it had now shrunk to the size of a child, utterly minuscule when compared to its previous mountain-like size.
The old turtle stared at Fang Lin, a complex look in its eyes.
"Could it really be hopeless?" the old turtle muttered to itself.
