'Strange...my legs...where are my...legs?' Xinzi's vision blurred, his sense of touch vanished, and his legs gave out, throwing him face-first into the ground. The 588 Diabolic Shards in his right hand tumbled down, scattering by his side as his muscles shook in violent spasms.
At first, blood only dripped from his eyes, nose, and mouth, but right afterward, all his pores joined the chat, bleeding to no end. Xinzi broke into a coughing fit, puking jets of blood with each cough. Strangely, he couldn't feel the cough, couldn't feel the pain. The blurry world sucked him in, and his consciousness vacillated.
"Abbot!" Alarmed, Tusha raced towards Xinzi, Xue Yuanshao followed after a momentary delay. Zi Feng and the six Mini Overlords descended upon the scene, but before any could lay hands on him, a tide of dark and divine energies poured out of his body, pushing them all back.
