What on Earth Is This, and When Will It End?
Hearing Bi Fan's voice, Ling Xiaoxiao came back to her senses and continued explaining. "He's reached the second stage. The flesh, meridians, and bones inside his body are gradually melting away. This is only the beginning, and his condition is already very poor. He could give out at any moment."
After saying this, she hesitated for a moment, then added, "But he's still holding on."
Her words did nothing to ease everyone's worries. If anything, they grew even more anxious. But in a situation like this, no one could help him. All they could do was pray silently.
Jin Shanshan hadn't expected the Golden Crow Clan's secret art awakening process to be so agonizing. It was worse than death itself.
Having one's bones and meridians melted by the intense heat was no different from torture. If anything, it was even more brutal.
Although he couldn't see what his body looked like now, it wasn't hard to imagine: a mangled mess of flesh, his bones ground into broken fragments before slowly crumbling into powder, his meridians twisted and deformed by the heat. With no spiritual power to protect him, he felt every bit of the pain with crystal clarity.
Again and again, that agony threatened to overwhelm his consciousness. The breath he was stubbornly holding inside was almost spent.
Ling Xiaoxiao watched from the edge of the crowd, her expression gradually changing.
She was one of the few people there who could see his entire awakening process clearly. At first, when she learned that this fool had chosen to awaken his bloodline at a time like this, she'd been somewhat angry, thinking he'd acted on impulse without considering the consequences.
But when she saw him grit his teeth again and again,