"Spare me, please... Help me, treat my hands! I... I was wrong... If you won't, then just kill me!" Barely a minute had passed, and Cheng Dalong was already on the verge of collapsing from the unbearable itching and pain. He had practically collapsed to his knees before Lin Feng, pleading desperately...
Cheng Dalong desperately wished he could pass out to escape the agonizing itch and pain in his hands. He wanted to scratch them desperately, but the slightest force caused his skin to crack open and exude bodily fluids. The sheer horror of it rooted him to the spot...
Cheng Dalong, at that moment, was desperate to lose consciousness. But his mind remained cruelly lucid; he couldn't bear the terrifying effects of the poison coursing through his hands. His only recourse was to kneel before Lin Feng and Xue Qingyi, begging for mercy...
