Massacre

Even Yu Jing, who had witnessed the true forms of the Old Gods on Kloster Island, had never suffered pain like this, not even when his entire body had rotted away.

The pain in his soul was incomparable to physical pain. Yu Jing's sudden mutation had forced Yu Xiaoxiao to deceive everyone at the scene, and this matter absolutely could not be revealed to anyone else. The pain in his soul lasted a full hour before finally stopping.

Sweat had soaked his entire body, and Yu Jing did not even have the strength to stand.

When he tried to push himself up with his trembling hands against the wall, he fell to the floor again and again. The weakness of his soul left Yu Jing utterly powerless, and Fang He, whose soul was connected to his, was also affected to some extent and fell into a deep sleep.

"Damn it, is That Man still in charge of this Otherworld Cinema?"

Unable to stand, Yu Jing leaned against the corner of the bathroom and fell asleep there. His body completely relaxed in his dreams, while his weakened soul slowly recovered under the nourishment of the plants. By the time he awoke the next morning, Yu Jing's condition had basically stabilized.

Unexpectedly, the moment he pushed open the bathroom door, he found Yu Xiaoxiao sleeping directly on the floor outside.

"Xiaoxiao? Why are you sleeping here?"

"I was worried about you, but I didn't want to disturb you." Yu Xiaoxiao quickly shifted from sleep to normal consciousness and stood obediently in front of Yu Jing.

"Wash up and get ready to leave."

"Um... Yu Jing, are you all right now?"

Yu Jing had not been woken by a sound in his sleep the previous night; he had been jolted awake directly by