ZI YIN'S LEGS FELT like lead as he stumbled forward, his muscles twitching like a nest of angry snakes. The incense's paralyzing venom coursed through his veins like a river of molten lava, threatening to consume him. But he refused to give in to the inferno raging inside him.
Damn him!
With every step, he felt like a warrior charging into battle, his willpower a sword cutting through the haze of drug-induced lethargy. He had to escape Zhan Sheng's grasp, no matter the cost.
