"This is becoming burdensome and I can barely hold on.... I'm not scared of death though and my will is going to be prevail" Xiao Ming assured himself with a resolute tone. his injuries presently were unsightly and it was a miracle he could still be alive. He had endured painful blows from the clashes that made his lungs darker due to pain in breathing from his mangled nose. His heart had ceased about fifty percent of her activities. His soul's injuries made it even more difficult to stay conscious and depleted his mental energy to submit.
The look on his bloodshot eyes as well as his disheveled hair made him look devilized. He was like a demonized cultivator practicing an extreme demonic cultivation technique. Calling him a fiend in this state was undisputable. He wasn't faring well as the yang dragon was overwhelmed by the yin dragon's suppression.
...
Somewhere in Sheng Yun realm.
