Yu Ziqing's consciousness was somewhat hazy.
Oh, he had exhausted all his Qi Blood Power. How long had it been? There was nothing left to digest. Was he beginning to digest his own muscles?
His mind was desperately resisting, even if it meant digesting his own flesh and blood, to supply his brain with energy, to keep him a little more alert.
Yu Ziqing struggled to sit up, leaning against the rock wall, looking ahead where the wall was covered with scratch marks and fist imprints.
Those were the traces he had left during his increasingly frenzied moments before.
But now, he didn't even have the strength to be furious.
Not knowing how long he had been staring, there seemed to be some movement on the stone wall in front of him.
Moments later, a sharp claw broke through the wall, reaching out from inside.
