Boom...!
Wang Hongyu's world of consciousness collapsed completely.
Countless monstrous figures surged out of the darkness, more numerous, more densely packed, and more twisted than before.
They no longer came up to bite him one by one, but swarmed him all at once.
Like a school of piranhas tearing into a wild ox that had fallen into the water.
This time, Wang Hongyu could not even scream.
His consciousness was torn into millions of fragments, every piece suffering the agony of being chewed.
Meanwhile.
In the real world.
Yang Yong had grown impatient.
He raised his right hand, his skeletal palm extending from his armor, and spread his fingers to clamp them around Wang Hongyu's neck.
He raised his left hand and slapped Wang Hongyu across the face.
"Hey!"
Smack!
"Wake up!"
Smack!
"Hey, are you going to wake up or not?"
Smack, smack, smack, smack!
After more than a dozen consecutive slaps, Wang Hongyu's face was swollen beyond recognition.
But his forehead finally came away from Yang Yong's...
As though something had released its grip, Wang Hongyu toppled backward.
Only Yang Yong's hand around his neck kept him from collapsing to the floor.
He opened his eyes.
His gaze was vacant, his pupils unfocused.
Then he spoke.
His very first words left Yang Yong dumbfounded.
"Kill me... please... kill me..."
Wang Hongyu's voice was hoarse and weak, every word seemingly forced out from deep within his throat.
His lips were cracked, and bloody tears trickled from the corners of his eyes.
His entire face contorted into an expression Yang Yong had never seen before.
That was not fear.
It was pleading.
As though death were a blessing to him, a release.
"What the hell?"
Yang Yong looked bewildered.
What on earth did this guy go through?
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