After Wei Lanxing left, Shen Ru finally collapsed to the floor as though all his strength had drained away.
His skin began to rot rapidly, then restore itself just as quickly. Unprecedented pain engulfed every inch of his skin and every nerve. He could not understand why he felt as though he were drowning when he was not even in water.
He had experienced many brushes with death and deaths within illusions before, but none had been anywhere near as intense as this.
Shen Ru felt his body gradually grow cold, but just as he was about to step into the realm of the dead, his bodily functions desperately dragged him back.
Death happened in an instant, and his body restored itself just as swiftly. He had never imagined he could die hundreds or thousands of times in a single minute, then be revived hundreds or thousands of times.
Through his haze, someone seemed to approach and gather him into their arms, but he could not see who it was or make out anything they said.
The only responses he could give were the bloody foam continually spilling from his lips and his body's involuntary spasms and trembling.
As though afraid Shen Ru would bite his tongue, the person brought a hand to his mouth. Yet the young man's tightly closed lips refused to part at the coaxing. Even when the person tried pinching his cheeks, he remained unmoved.
He could not open his mouth. Shen Ru knew that hand belonged to Mo Yu. If he bit down now, Mo Yu would inevitably be affected. No one here but him could withstand the effects of this evolution.
Watching Shen Ru in his arms, looking truly like a glass doll on the verge of shattering, Mo Yu commanded in a low,