His face was as pale as paper, his eyes bloodshot, yet a sickly smile hung at the corners of his mouth.
Two days ago, Tang Chen had treated his wounds with Yellow Springs Dew. Though it had healed his physical injuries, it had also left him addicted to the Yellow Springs Dew.
This liquid, gathered from the blood of Soul Masters, contained chaotic Soul Power and dense killing intent. For those who possessed Divine Slaughter's Domain, it was an excellent medicine for tempering the body. But for Oscar, who lacked Divine Slaughter's Domain, it was a deadly poison.
"More... I need more..."
Trembling, Oscar drained the bowl of Yellow Springs Dew in one gulp. The dark-red liquid slid down his throat, and a violent surge of Soul Power instantly swept through his body, making him let out an involuntary groan of pleasure.
But immediately afterward, the brutal side effects surged forth. Countless visions of slaughter flashed through his mind, making him irritable and volatile, while his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty gleam.
He lowered his head and looked between his legs. Though the wound there had healed, he knew that he was no longer a complete man.
Ye Xuan's strike had not only ruined his body—it had also destroyed his dignity.
Now, he was nothing more than a cripple dependent on Yellow Springs Dew to survive, unable even to protect the girl he loved.
"Ye Xuan... I will kill you!"
Oscar roared, his hands clawing desperately at the ground, his nails embedding themselves in the cracks between the stones as blood streamed down.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of confidence in his eyes—only profound despair.
Having lost his dignity as a man and become addicted to Yellow Springs Dew, he could not even control himself. How could he