His body trembled as if struck by lightning. He was clearly in great pain, but he did not stop. He took another deep breath.
Every single pore on his body was already oozing out fine threads of blood. Ling Yichen clenched his teeth so tightly that he looked like a bloodied man.
After a long time, the void storm slowly disappeared, but the invisible turbulent Qi flow did not disappear immediately. The bluestone behind him still made an ear-piercing sound of friction.
Ling Yichen opened his eyes and slowly walked out from behind the bluestone. Countless turbulent currents swept past his back like wind blades, bringing with them puffs of blood mist. Ling Yichen staggered for a moment, but he immediately stood straight again. He was like a steel spear that would rather break than submit, standing upright in the void.
