Lin Xin held his body taut, his shoulders and spine as if stiffened, perfectly straight with no hint of movement.
Crack!
Tiny wounds burst open again at the joints of his arms, blood sprayed out from within, scattering across the ground.
A red mist was quickly approaching from above his head, rapidly attaching to his wounds to repair them.
Star Force was churning inside Lin Xin's body, roaring as if the energy had its own life, constantly resisting desperately against the oppressive squeezing.
Lin Xin could hardly see anything in front of him by now, the blood so plentiful it almost blinded all his vision.
The voice of Daoist Master Huang Yuan had also gradually faded, as if he had temporarily left. Lin Xin was the only one left, shouldering the Great Seal all alone.
"If my body can't catch up quickly, at this rate, I might really die here!"
In a daze, this thought surfaced in his mind.
He had no idea how much time had passed.
Boom!
