Mo Ling was tired.
Tired in both body and mind.
Watching those little people shout and scream in his head, he was too exhausted to drive them away anymore.
"So tired."
"Even if I dodge this attack, won't there be more? Do I really have to keep going?"
"Let's stop here."
"We can't stop here! We have to fight the Sky Soldiers to the end! Jade and stone burn together!"
"If only someone could come help me..."
"..."
Voices carrying all kinds of emotions swirled through Mo Ling's mind. It was as if countless little people were crouched beside his ears, filling his head with words that did not belong to him. Every one of them seemed somewhat reasonable, and every one of them stirred up the slightest bit of conflict within him.
He knew perfectly well that these voices came from the Sky Soldiers' attack, but he had no way to deal with them. Kicking out that crying little person earlier had already taken a great deal of effort, as though he had forcibly split off a piece of his own consciousness. It left him dizzy, and even his thoughts had grown much slower.
He truly no longer had the strength to resist these chattering little people.
Letting them babble nonsense in his ears, Mo Ling completely gave up struggling. Every now and then, he would muster himself to kick a few away, but the moment he did, new little people clung to him. It was as if the Sky Soldiers had planted a fruit tree in his heart that endlessly produced little people, sprouting several more at regular intervals.
Mo Ling's normal thoughts were shoved aside by the noisy little people. Their weak voices were gradually squeezed into a corner by the chaotic clamor. Even when they could