The next moment, An Chen came to his senses and struggled to open his heavy eyes.
He looked at the arm he had just grabbed and found it mangled beyond recognition.
Moonlight shone down, revealing that his arm had rotted and was giving off a foul stench. Countless things writhed inside the wound.
An Chen's heart jolted. He followed his arm up to his shoulder and saw that it, too, had darkened in places, seemingly beginning to rot.
With no time to think, An Chen used his other arm to wrench the rotting one clean off and throw it into the distance.
Sitting beneath the tree, he stared dazedly at the stinking, festering arm. In less than seven minutes, it had become a pile of dry bones.
An Chen sucked in a breath of cold air.
When did I catch this?
His consciousness was already beginning to blur, and he fought to stay awake.
But the battle had drained too much of his spirituality, and the effects of that howling had left his mental state steadily deteriorating.
On top of that, he had just used Rock Douluo's ability. The interference from Rock Douluo's soul inside his body was growing worse and worse. He could barely hold on.
An Chen's head swayed as hallucinations slowly crowded his vision: his adoptive parents, Shitou, Qian Yiming, and the family and friends from his previous life whom he had longed for day and night over the past few years.
Finally, a man wearing a Monocle appeared. His face appeared on Flender, on Yu Xiaogang, and on An Chen himself.
"Urgh!"
An Chen's eyes snapped open, and he gulped down breath after breath.
He had awakened from the hallucinations, drenched in sweat, but his body was exhausted and utterly weak.
By the light of the