Indescribable agony swept through his body, as if every vein was twisting.
When the chains of the Punishment Room entwined the Red Raincoat, Gao Ming's consciousness felt as though it was being repeatedly sliced by a knife, the Tenacity of Red Clothes exploded in his heart chambers, that pain, despair, and regret which transcended human limits instantly engulfed him.
Ordinary people would have died of brain death the moment they made contact with the Tenacity of Red Clothes, which was why Gao Ming had died over and over again in the tunnel, his ordeal was hardly less terrible than that of Red Raincoat, and the Tenacity he constructed from countless memories of death was even stronger than that of an ordinary Red Clothes.
Nails broken, Gao Ming clutched desperately at the wild grass and stones in his palm, his eyes bloodshot, bloody tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes.
