"Burp."
Qin Yun let out a burp, the corner of his lips twitching, indicating that he's already had his fill of that sickly sight in front of him.
The others were not much better, on the surface, they seemed to be immersed in their own world, licking their own rooms.
In truth, their hearts were hurting, sustaining many internal injuries.
'That's enough!'
'Do you need to do that?'
'It's just a sleeve, we are the ones who were actually injured!'
'Don't you see the blood coming out of my mouth? Don't you see my burnt flesh?'
'Boohoo… It's fine if you don't console us, you're even rubbing it in our faces.'
'My heart is broken, life is not worth living anymore.'
'Can you do anything you want just because you're the Deluxe Merit Saint? I'm really looking down on you in my heart!'
On the other side, Zhou Yunwu and the others were slowly waking up.
