"Save me... save me... save me... and I'll make the entire Nether Python Clan... acknowledge you as master!!"
As In Lin Ming looked at that withered, skeleton-like figure, the latter's sunken pupils, like black holes, suddenly snapped open!
There were no whites to his eyes, only two faint points of ghostly green flame, so weak they seemed about to go out, yet burning with endless madness and the desire to live, flickering in their sockets.
His gaze, filled with the desperate hope of a drowning man clutching the last straw, locked onto Lin Ming as he let out a hoarse voice.
"Who are you? Why have you been locked at the bottom of these Nine Nether Yellow Springs, enduring such torture?!"
At this, Lin Ming still maintained a look of uncertainty and vigilance, his sharp gaze studying this human-shaped skeleton as he questioned him in a deep voice. However, in the depths of his eyes, a long-awaited brightness flashed and vanished.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
That skeleton-like figure had clearly exhausted what little strength he had left with his struggling and roaring just now. His chest heaved violently, yet he could only make rapid, difficult gasps like a broken bellows.
Lin Ming's senses were extremely sharp. He could clearly see that within those four enormous blue-black chains, an extremely pure and domineering yin-cold energy, refined by a formation and even stronger than the surrounding Yellow Springs water, was constantly flowing out.
This energy was like a maggot clinging to bone, invading the man's body at every moment, crazily consuming, freezing, and corroding the remaining Dou Qi and vitality inside his body.
This consumption was controlled to an extremely precise and vicious degree. It kept him in a state of extreme weakness, unable to gather the strength to break free, yet it