"Cough..."
Just as Su Fan's last shred of reason was about to vanish, a soft cough suddenly reached his ears.
Although the sound was not loud, it instantly jolted Su Fan, whose consciousness had already plunged into the abyss of darkness, awake.
The sea of consciousness that had been boiling like magma instantly froze. The agony of ten million red-hot steel needles churning inside it was forcibly drawn away, and his consciousness instantly became clear.
Of course, the pain in Su Fan's flesh, tendons, membranes, and marrow was hardly relieved at all. It still hurt all the way to his bones.
The tendons beneath his flesh let out dying wails, while a dull pain like the fangs of an ancient beast gnawing at his marrow came from deep within his bones. Every inch of his skeleton groaned beneath the unbearable strain.
But no matter how painful the body was, he could grit his teeth and endure it. If his divine soul and sea of consciousness became lost, however, Su Fan would be finished.
After all, pain only meant suffering. No matter how much it hurt, it could not kill him.
However, after Su Fan's sea of consciousness became clear, his senses were also magnified to the extreme. The pain in his body immediately grew several times worse, torturing him until he felt as if he were caught between heaven and hell.
Moreover, as more and more True Dragon Blood surged into his body, his flesh became like a volcano running out of control. Crimson meridians bulged beneath his skin, as if they might explode at any moment and blast him into a rain of blood across the sky.
At that moment, Su Fan's body was like a pressure cooker approaching its explosive limit, liable to burst apart with a thunderous