"Made... ah... blargh... blagh—!!"
Li Pan leaned on the elevator, his waist bent, vomiting blood copiously, truly hemorrhaging from all seven orifices.
Now his head was not just feeling like it was being pricked by needles; it was as if it was frying in a pan, his entire skull boiling and bubbling, as if his brain was melting, brain matter seeming to spurt from his eyes, nose, and ears.
Right, this time he had really overplayed it, but he was also truly in deep trouble.
'Cheating' might feel exhilarating for sure, but using power that wasn't one's own always came at unseen costs.
Besides, the cost of 'monsters' was clear as day; even with Li Pan's superhuman constitution from the Nine Yin Third Turn, using a handkerchief to transform would still leave him bedridden for three to five days. Throwing a Sword Pellet would result in excruciating headaches for twenty-four hours, leaving him unable to move, as if life were worse than death.
