Half an hour later, just as Ye Chenfeng was considering consuming more of the Yun Teng Mushroom king, a warm and melting sensation slowly spread in his stomach. The meridians throughout his body felt exceptionally comfortable, eliciting a sound of enjoyment from Ye Chenfeng's throat, reminiscent of the pleasures of lovemaking.
However, Ye Chenfeng quickly realized something was wrong. The temperature inside his body was relentlessly climbing. In just a minute or two, the comfortable warmth was replaced by excruciating pain.
The originally pleasant warmth had turned into a scorching pain, as if his entire internal organs had been tossed into a furnace, and his whole body's meridians felt like they were about to burst.
If there had been a mirror in front of Ye Chenfeng at that moment, he would have seen his face as red as Guan Yu's, and even blood-red pores were visible on his face.
