Mi Yin's consciousness, held on by sheer force of will, was on the verge of collapse. After setting An Jin down on the riverbank, he transformed into a black and red python and instantly plunged into the depths.
The burning sensation he had desperately suppressed finally erupted, and an overwhelming pain seared through every nerve in his body.
The black and red python writhed and thrashed on the deserted riverbed, frantically slamming its body against the mud and rocks. The sharp edges of the stones tore away scorched scales and rotting flesh, while the cool river water soothed his violent agony.
A while later.
Mi Yin finally surfaced, his head breaking the water. He flicked his bright red forked tongue, sampling the air for the scent of herbs that could stop the female's bleeding.
The female was leaning against a large rock by the water's edge, her eyes closed.
Her face was pale and haggard.
