"My lord!" Mao Xia grabbed his arm again as Zhan Sheng was gasping for breath, Zhan Sheng fought against the searing pain, his willpower a beacon amidst the chaos. He could hear Mao Xia's desperate pleas, the unwavering devotion in his voice. It steeled his resolve and ignited the fire within his veins. Failure was not an option. Zhan Sheng pushed through the agony. He needed to regain his power no matter the cost, but the devil's blood was like sludge through his system and he was unable to circulate his qi. The devil's blood coursing through his veins churned with an unholy fury, its power clashing against his attempts to circulate his qi. The pain was unbearable, each surge of energy ripping through him like a blade.
"Please—stop—don't do anymore! I beg you!" Mao Xia cried.
