Inside the Glazed Glass Cover, the predicament Jiang Feng faces is far more terrifying than imagined.
Despair, fear, horror, as the Blood Mist permeates, he subconsciously holds his breath and focuses, with Thunder Yuan guarding his body, yet the Blood Mist mercilessly penetrates the Spiritual Energy, continually affecting his sanity.
The stench, the viscosity, makes one nauseous. He can feel those Blood Mists seemingly infiltrating his body, and his originally firm will is wavering at this moment, his consciousness becoming blurry, his body seeming to relax uncontrollably, as if wanting to give up resistance.
"Kekekekeke..."
It's that nauseating laughter again.
The ear-piercing, intermittent laughter, making it hard to distinguish whether it is crying or laughing. Previously, he didn't understand why antagonists always had such strange quirks, but now it sounds full of mockery.
"Boy, can you feel it? My flesh is merging with yours."
