"Ugh!"
Not far from the Xu Gang camp, Lei Shuangxing suddenly let out a muffled groan beneath the night sky. Clutching his head, he crouched down.
"What's wrong?" Luo Leilei startled.
Walking behind him, she had witnessed Brother Shuangxing crouch down without warning. She hurried over, crouched beside him, and asked, "A headache? Have you still not adapted to the power of Yin-Yang... that thing?"
She gently moved Lei Shuangxing's hand aside and looked toward his eyes.
Luo Leilei could clearly see that, even beneath his disguise, Lei Shuangxing's face had twisted grotesquely. The pain was clearly unbearable—so severe that even his disguise technique could not conceal it.
"Ugh!"
Lei Shuangxing pressed two fingers together against his temple.
Even though the pain was agonizing, he merely groaned and made no other sound.
"That makes no sense..."
Seeing that Brother Shuangxing would not speak, Luo Leilei panicked instead. She muttered to herself, "Didn't the adjustment period end long ago? Could it be... incompatibility? But if it's incompatible, why would it flare up now? Brother Shuangxing, are you all right?"
Lei Shuangxing endured for quite some time before the pain seemed to ease. He barely managed a sentence: "It's not my problem..."
If it was not his problem, then whose was it? Luo Leilei was dumbfounded.
Brother Shuangxing looked to be in such agony. Could he have suffered a spiritual attack from some unknown enemy?
"An enemy attack?" Luo Leilei sprang to her feet and vigilantly scanned the surroundings.
"No..." Lei Shuangxing squeezed out the word with difficulty, but could not explain further.
For more than a decade, all he had seen before his eyes was black, white, and gray. Yet at this moment, as his eyes ached, his temples swelled, and his entire head seemed on the verge of exploding...
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