In the dim room of the graveyard, Fang Li sat on the floor with Emilia in his arms, his eyes tightly shut as though asleep. He leaned against Emilia, who was in the same state.
"Mm..."
At some point, Fang Li let out a muffled groan.
His consciousness instantly returned to his mind.
But along with it came an unbearable pain flooding into Fang Li's head.
"Urgh... Aaaaargh——!"
Clutching his head, Fang Li howled in agony as the violent pain tortured him.
To Fang Li, pain had never been something he could not endure.
The number of times he had cried out because of pain could be counted on one hand, much less screamed like this.
Yet at this moment, the pain pouring into Fang Li's mind was that intense.
It felt as though magma had replaced his brain, while his nerves snapped one after another.
If he had to describe it, Fang Li felt as though a blacksmith were hammering away at his brain. It was far more agonizing than having an iron rod driven straight into his head.
At least an iron rod entered the brain from outside, having to pass through skin and skull first.
But now, magma was being poured directly into Fang Li's brain from within, causing pain beyond description.
At the same time, his temperature rose, his mind burned, and Fang Li's consciousness began to blur. Only the pain remained crystal clear.
Fang Li was certain that he had a fever by now. Even his vision had begun to warp.
"What... is... this...?"
Fang Li could only clutch his head and endure the astonishing pain.
The veins at his temples had started bulging, blood streamed from his eye sockets, and even the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins. It was easy