Li Fan could hear his own excruciating scream, as if every pore and every piece of skin were disintegrating in flames, a cry of agony, desperation, and helplessness, like a thunder monkey cub unwillingly weaned, brutally kicked out of its mother's embrace with a scream that was utterly heart-wrenching and irritating to the ears.
Of course, it wasn't him screaming; it was his body screaming. The silhouette of the Thousand-faced Immortal only shimmered through the fragments of crystal into his eyes for a moment before completely destroying the rationality of this body, like a black storm, tearing the spirit within the flesh to pieces.
Li Fan knelt on the ground, violently vomiting disordered bodily fluids, enhancers, and plasma, as if trying to eject even the last trace of humanity within his body as pus and blood, his brain trembling.
