Having confirmed that the substance in the barrel was Foundation Building Liquid, Ming Yihan steadied himself. Although this would initially bring Yanyan pain, the benefits were greater. For her future, he could only watch as she endured the pain.
Mist swirled around them, and waves of tearing pain assaulted her. Zhiyan groaned softly, trembling uncontrollably, her teeth clamped tightly together. When they inadvertently pierced her lips, it was as if she couldn't feel the pain, biting down again and again, deepening the wound. Blood flowed like water, startling Ming Yihan, and his ice-blue pupils filled with a profound sorrow.
Wishing he could suffer in her place, he unknowingly moved closer, his hand reaching out and suddenly lifting Zhiyan's chin. As she opened her mouth, his arm was already moving toward her.
Just then, a more violent collision burst forth from within Zhiyan's body, and she bit instinctively, her teeth sinking into the flesh...
