Some things were like eating a lavish feast.
The first time, you would still be wanting more and immediately start thinking about coming back for another meal someday.
The second time, you would still think it was quite good. By the third time, you might be getting a little sick of it, but because you happened to discover some new dishes, you could still enjoy it with relish.
But after the fourth, tenth, and twentieth times, when you had sampled every dish in the restaurant countless times—and had no way to rush into the kitchen and cook for yourself—the outcome would become only one thing.
Eat any more, and you would really throw up.
And right now...
Liao Ji was in much the same state.
He really was about to throw up.
Liao Ji realized that he had been wrong. He had vastly underestimated Stia's madness—or rather, the love she had accumulated over five hundred years.
Perhaps the nun under the influence of Corrupt Calamity was not Stia's true intention, but after every round, Liao Ji felt his vitality steadily draining away.
During that time, Liao Ji had tried to stop Stia with words, but unfortunately, the nun could no longer hear anything. She seemed to have fallen into a frenzy, completely controlled by Corrupt Calamity.
Even more frighteningly, no matter how exhausted Liao Ji became, even when he could no longer continue, Stia would cast Holy Healing on him the next second, restoring him to full health.
However, that restoration only revived the surface. Deep inside, the underlying depletion grew more and more severe with each passing time.
For now, he was merely weak all over.
But if this continued, Liao Ji felt that even if Stia removed his shackles later, he would not even have the strength to