There was no time to deal with the blood on him.
He couldn't spare the attention.
Some things took priority over others.
Compared with the Great Flood, the blood was no great concern.
Lin Feng first crouched down to examine Shi.
The enormous amount of Great Flood he had vomited up began to turn murky, forming a Water Source on the ground.
It looked.
Like the Yellow River after all the surrounding soil had eroded away.
Compared with the Water Source on the ground.
Shi himself was more like an inexhaustible Water Source.
A horrifying volume of water flowed out of this man's lungs.
Even if a person were one hundred percent water—a hypothetical assumption—even if his entire body consisted of nothing but water, he couldn't possibly release this much.
At first, the water had still come vomiting out of his throat.
But later, it poured out of his seven bodily orifices.
Shi wanted to shout for help and save himself.
But he was powerless.
The sensation of suffocation was excruciating.
Lin Feng saw Shi dig his fingers into the soil and curl up in agony.
Even his skin began seeping water. Rather than shriveling from the immense loss of fluid, he grew even more "swollen," as though his skin were filled with water.
With no other choice.
Lin Feng gave him a quick examination, then chose to use Dispel, uttering the [da] sound.
One hand became an ear of wheat, waving back and forth in front of Shi.
He wanted to dispel this suffering.
Or at least curb what was happening.
Three Shamans.
Lin Feng had to preserve at least one of them, one life.
Since he was already here, and this place was called Zhuanxu's Book, there was no doubt that every way out lay with Zhuanxu.
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