"Qiuwo..." Yuan Ming was overjoyed, but the sound he made had completely warped.
After another long silence, that voice rang out in Yuan Ming's mind again.
"You were... already poisoned before. Now... Corpse Paralysis has entered your body. The two poisons clash... hard to survive."
The voice still echoed only in his mind. Only then did Yuan Ming notice that it belonged to a woman, her tone ethereal and pleasant.
Hearing this, Yuan Ming wanted to speak again, but he could no longer make a sound.
"I can... save you. But afterward... you help me... do something." The voice rang out again, seeming somewhat more coherent than before.
It felt as though the other party was trying hard to learn how to speak and was gradually becoming familiar with it.
"Ooh, ooh..." Yuan Ming mumbled his agreement as he nodded.
"Now, do... as I say. Let your thoughts... sink into your sea of consciousness... try to... communicate with your own... Divine Soul Power."
Listening to that voice, Yuan Ming seemed to feel a strange magic in it. As instructed, his thoughts sank into his sea of consciousness, gradually settling amid the chaos.
"Divine Soul Power, communicate with the body... stimulate... mana. Send it toward the lower half... first below the waist, then into... thighs... calves, until it gathers at... the big toe..."
Yuan Ming followed her instructions, and it went unexpectedly smoothly. As the poison continually moved downward, his upper body soon regained mobility, while the paralysis in his lower body also began to recede.
At the same time, his right foot began swelling rapidly, growing to more than twice its original size. An indescribable pain swept over him, nearly shattering Yuan Ming's consciousness.
"Guard your divine sense... poison backlash... all previous efforts will come to naught..." The pleasant voice