Running after breaking through the limit was the ultimate wearing down of the body.
His soul power was exhausted. The Mysterious Heaven Skill, known as Endless Vitality, was on the verge of depletion in Quan Lin, who had only begun learning it not long ago, and could no longer circulate through his body.
The glycogen that provided his body with energy had been consumed in excess, and it had started turning to the fat in his body instead.
In an environment without any supplies, compared with all that, excessive water loss was the greater problem.
The parched, dried-out feeling made him unable to resist licking the sweat around his lips, but that only made him even thirstier.
At this moment, Quan Lin was like a blade of grass slowly withering in the desert. This was no longer running, but self-withering.
In this state, Quan Lin ran for another hour.
During this process, the speed at which his condition declined was exceptionally obvious. There was a limit to dragging a ruined body forward by willpower alone.
His eyes still flickered with an undying blazing fire, but that flame seemed like a guttering candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse.
Before Quan Lin's eyes, Quan Ming's phantom still remained.
Only, in his eyes, that phantom became clearer and clearer, and the distance between the two of them drew closer and closer.
Unable to distinguish reality from actuality anymore, Quan Lin only thought he was about to surpass Quan Ming. He forcibly squeezed out the very last bit of strength left in his body, making his turtle-crawl steps launch into one final sprint.
"Huff, huff."
His chest heaved up and down as if it were about to explode, yet his body could not effectively seize hold of oxygen.
In a near-anaerobic