Minutes passed in such agony, but Lin Yi had already adapted to the feeling of his body being ravaged, and he continued to step forward, ascending the final half of the staircase.
Such was the ordeal that, had anyone been there to witness, they would have seen a horrifying sight.
Lin Yi now resembled a mummy that had just escaped its seal, with the only intact parts being a skeleton that seemed to have been cast from gold, a heart that still 'thump thump' beat, and a brain relatively whole within the skull.
But elsewhere, tattered flesh clung to his bones like rags, writhing under the influence of sky blue particles, trying to heal, yet every gust shredded those stitched places, as if they were minced by a grinder.
Perhaps because he had grown accustomed to this 'inhuman torment,' when he perceived his own condition, he did so with a chilling indifference. Such detachment, seemingly uncaring even for his body, led him to a terrifying discovery.
