Whoosh... Whoosh...
Two streaks of light swiftly flashed across the horizon.
Suddenly, the two beams of light stopped, revealing two figures - Xiao Yi and Qing Lin.
"What's the matter?" Xiao Yi looked at Qing Lin, perplexed.
After leaving, they had flown thousands of miles, yet Qing Lin suddenly stopped.
"I can't hold on anymore," Qing Lin said with a grim face, then spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi frowned. In his impression, Qing Lin wasn't injured.
"It's backlash," Qing Lin said in a deep voice. "If I'm not mistaken, you also suffered backlash, but it's instability in your Dao Heart."
"As for me, my body can't take it."
Saying this, Qing Lin glanced at his own hands.
At that moment, Xiao Yi followed his gaze and saw that Qing Lin's hands were covered in scars.
The scars on his hands were shocking to behold.
Qing Lin's breath grew increasingly weak.
"Was it those scales earlier?" Xiao Yi was startled and remembered.
