Yan Nanxun took a few deep breaths before he finally raised his head. He looked at Lu Xiaoyou with a vacant expression in his eyes. It took a while before his gaze sharpened, allowing him to clearly see Lu Xiaoyou's face.
"How can you perform a mental shield on me?"
Yan Nanxun was still panting, not from his physical "Berserk" state causing a massive drain on his energy.
When he went "Berserk," his self-awareness was trapped, yet even though it was trapped, Yan Nanxun was continuously struggling.
Now that his self-awareness had been restored, a wave of exhaustion hit him, and at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to walk.
He simply sat down on the ground, still looking up with a curious and inquiring gaze at Lu Xiaoyou.
"What did you say?" Lu Xiaoyou didn't understand. What was a mental shield?
Then, Yan Nanxun's gaze fell on Lu Xiaoyou's right wrist.
