Having perceived this change,
Shen Feng tried to remove the strange ring from his left index finger, but despite exerting all his strength, the dark and slick ring remained motionless, as if it had fused with the flesh of his finger.
At this moment, he genuinely felt an urge to curse out loud. What was the origin of this damn ring? The spiritual energy within his body was being drained faster and faster.
He tried to let his consciousness seep into the ring, but it wouldn't penetrate in the slightest, and the intense pain throughout his body became even more torturous.
As the spiritual energy inside him grew less and less, Shen Feng sat down cross-legged on the ground, beads of sweat the size of soybeans began to emerge ceaselessly from his forehead, sprouting like bamboo shoots after rain.
At the same time,
he felt the ring on his left index finger tightening progressively, with his entire finger feeling like it was about to snap.
Seconds and minutes ticked away.
