Tan Yin and Wang Rong (1)

Tan Yin had already fallen into the desperate straits of an oil lamp burning dry. It was as though the sinews and bones had been ripped from his legs; all support suddenly vanished, and with a muffled thud, he dropped heavily to his knees.

At that moment, he was weak to the utmost extreme. It felt as if every last shred of strength had been drained from his body, and he could only barely hold himself upright with the heavy sword, lest he collapse completely.

His mind was no longer clear, and his senses toward the outside world had become unbearably sluggish, growing ever duller, as though the entire world had turned distant and hazy.

Yet the grim reality hung overhead like a sharpened blade and could not be ignored—his Mother Poison had not been removed, and in this cramped, constricted space, there was also Wang Rong, infected with Seed Poison!

Wang Rong lowered his head, like a wild beast driven by primal instinct, and slowly approached Tan Yin.

His steps were heavy and slow. With every step, saliva slid uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth and dripped to the floor, soaking out small patches of dampness. The veins on the backs of his hands bulged like twisted earthworms, while his ten fingers curled unconsciously into claws, radiating the dangerous aura of a predator.

He stopped before Tan Yin, his shadow completely swallowing the figure kneeling on the ground.

Reason was locked in a desperate battle against the Seed Poison raging within him. It seemed that, at any moment, instinct would completely gain the upper hand and drive him to pounce without regard for anything else, biting through Tan Yin's throat in one savage bite.

Yet in the end, he still forcibly suppressed the urge. His teeth clenched tight,