Leaving aside the uproar that would be caused by Tongxin Town being besieged by several hundred Ghost Spirits and losing thousands of residents, Song Ankang was now living as though every day were a year.
Though he was in immense pain and suffering, with every second feeling like a year, it was undeniable that amid such extreme agony and danger, Song Ankang's mental will was rapidly growing stronger.
Even his rate of absorbing the external attribute-less Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth was remarkably fast. This was despite Song Ankang not cultivating any technique at all. It could be considered a blessing in disguise, though it was hardly one Song Ankang wanted.
When the amount of attribute-less true qi in Song Ankang's body exceeded ten strands, the feedback from the side effects finally arrived. It first began repairing Song Ankang's injured body at an astonishing speed.
"Ah... that feels good!"
Feeling his injuries heal at breakneck speed, Song Ankang could not help but let out a long breath. He had finally made it through. He no longer had to walk a tightrope.
To be honest, before the feedback from the side effects arrived, if Song Ankang had failed to hold on for even a moment, he might have died on the spot.
Fortunately, he had endured. If it had taken another hour or two, even if Song Ankang's mental will could have persisted, his body would not have been able to. It would inevitably have collapsed completely.
He had thrown far too many Seven Injuries Fists this time. To injure others, one first injured oneself; he had forcibly driven his entire body to the brink of collapse, nearly shattering himself to pieces.
When he escaped into this abandoned well, Song Ankang's body had been like a pane of glass on