When everything fell silent, He Ao felt as if he could hear the sound of life slipping away bit by bit.
His soul seemed like a water tank with an open faucet, gradually diminishing until it was dry.
Super Memory was draining his soul and life as fuel.
In a daze, He Ao heard faint footsteps and then something cold was placed at his mouth, a strange-tasting, icy liquid spread over his lips.
This was what he needed.
His soul cried out in need, and instinctively, he opened his mouth, beginning to desperately suck the cold liquid.
As the liquid entered his body, the depleting sensation slowly disappeared, as if a torrent of water had surged into the tank, refilling it once more.
Even the original tank, under the rush of this new torrent, expanded further.
As his soul filled little by little, an intense wave of exhaustion hit He Ao's spirit, and after the last drop was completely sucked, his body could no longer hold on, and he fell into a deep sleep.
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