The intertwining of two energies made Lin Chen feel waves of pain, constantly assaulting his nerves, and gradually destabilizing his consciousness.
Wang Hao seemed to understand the power of this sword technique; his gaze became increasingly serious.
He knew the terrifying nature of this sword technique. Such formidable power exploding within the body could inflict unimaginable damage.
Indeed, as he thought, Lin Chen was now covered in scars, his internal meridians filled with fractures. The energy derived from those fractures wandered within his body, injuring his organs, causing Lin Chen to feel a constant chest tightness, with a faint sweet taste in his throat, ready to escape.
He clenched his lips, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcing back the crimson liquid, feeling a taste of rawness, but his attention quickly shifted back to the pain.
For Lin Chen, this was necessary. The necessity stemmed from Wang Hao.
"That's enough."
