If this was a game and Neo had a clear mana bar, his mana would have hit the red line.
Neo's body slowly became sluggish, and his movement slowed down.
The last halo gradually disappeared, and the black swirl slowly cut off a small part of his marble-sized body.
This time, maybe because it was too close to his core, Neo started to feel the unimaginable tearing pain.
Every inch of his body was screaming in agony, and his slime core started to tremble.
If there was even one scratch or crack on the core, he would die the next second.
Neo felt the familiar helplessness he felt just when he first transmigrated into this world.
But this time, there wasn't another awakening miracle to help him turn the tide.
Neo's whole body was being ground bit by bit, yet he still refused to give in to fate.
He protected his core tightly, and continued to bite every single black dot in the black hole swirl that he could bite.
