Cold.
As soon as Liu Zheng touched the river water, he felt an extreme cold.
It wasn't the cold of ice water, but the cold of having liquid nitrogen smeared on your face.
But soon, he felt an extreme heat.
It wasn't the heat of boiling water, but the heat of being corroded by acid.
Although he couldn't see clearly under the surface of the water, by feeling alone, Liu Zheng knew his tentacles had rotted away.
Yet he could endure it and had no choice but to endure.
In a way, even though his essence hadn't changed, having experienced so much non-human pain and still keeping his sanity meant he had long since become non-human.
Time passed little by little, and that painful sensation finally began to subside gradually.
Liu Zheng retracted his tentacles, which were now reduced to small, broken chunks of cartilage.
"So there are bones in my tentacles, huh."
He said in surprise.
He'd never paid attention to this before.
