"Are you okay?"
In the now-silent scene, Jeanne came to Fang Li's side and asked him in a low voice.
"I'm fine." Fang Li shook his head and replied, "I probably have a bit of a fever, but it's nothing serious."
Although lifting the restrictions on the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception placed an extraordinary burden on Fang Li's brain, it was still far better than using the Holy Mark.
Every use of the Holy Mark accelerated the shattering of Fang Li's soul and shortened his lifespan.
Lifting the restrictions on the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception was also extremely dangerous, but it remained under Fang Li's control for the time being. He could judge how much of the restriction to lift according to the circumstances.
For instance, if he removed every restriction and reached the point where he could see even the Death Lines of the world itself, Fang Li's brain would probably explode in a single second.
Therefore, whenever he lifted the restrictions on his Magic Eyes, Fang Li carefully calculated the extent, maintaining their power at a level that would not burn out his brain.
During his battle with Boros, because he had failed to defeat Boros for so long, Fang Li had kept the restrictions on his Magic Eyes lifted for too long, placing an excessive burden on his brain and resulting in a high fever.
Now, Fang Li had only lifted the restrictions for a comparatively short time. Though his brain throbbed with piercing pain and his vision had become somewhat blurred—signs that he had developed a fever—the effects were not yet severe.
Thus, Fang Li slowly reapplied the restrictions to his Magic Eyes.
Specifically, he used his self-awareness to seal off his perception of death, slowing his brain's processing of information.
"Zing..."
Before long,