A bloody path began fifty zhang away, stretching toward the Dragon Vein Imperial Bell. It grew longer bit by bit as Mo Qi repeatedly craned his neck and lifted his chin.
His exposed bones scraped against the ground, carving shallow, bloody lines.
Mo Qi had no idea how much blood he had lost. The pain and suffering had numbed his senses.
He knew that even with the Spirit Body he'd gained from the Nine Transformations into Spirit, he couldn't withstand this kind of abuse for long.
If he kept going, the numbness would likely give way to unconsciousness.
And to lose consciousness within the Dragon Might meant certain death.
To stay alert, he had to bite the tip of his tongue every so often, to the point that his entire tongue was nearly mangled.
'Only twenty zhang left! San Pang is waiting for me! Sister Kexin is waiting for me! Mother is waiting for me too! Who am I? I'm Mo Qi! How could a little trial like this possibly stop me!'
