"Phew, I'm almost fully healed," Fang Lin opened his eyes, took a long breath, having spent days recovering within the Supreme Saint Hall; the injuries inflicted in the Second Array were more or less cured.
Fang Lin got to his feet and walked over to the emaciated man in front of him, whose expression was blank, and whose gaze was empty. Although he was not dead, he was essentially a walking corpse.
There wasn't the slightest hint of sympathy in Fang Lin's eyes. If it hadn't been for Fang Lin's clever ways, he probably would have already become one of this man's lost souls.
"Kill me," the emaciated man uttered feebly, his face twisted with a mix of madness and pleading.
Fang Lin remained cold and indifferent, "I don't want to kill you just yet."
The emaciated man let out a miserable laugh. If his body weren't bound and unable to move, he would have already taken his own life to escape the suffering.
