A multitude of lines crowded on Mimir's head; at this moment, he had long lost consciousness, his eyes rolled back.
Yet, he still opened his mouth to speak, but Gu Shanhai couldn't make out what he was saying; he suspected it was some unconscious rambling.
"He's gone into a fit; looks like he can't be saved," Gu Shanhai said with some regret.
Ever since Mimir developed the pollution lines, he held on for a month and a half. Gu Shanhai had estimated a month, never expecting Mimir's will to be so strong, stubbornly extending it by half a month.
However, in the latter half of the month, Mimir already showed signs of hazy consciousness, spiritlessness, and various other conditions; obviously, even with a strong will, he couldn't resist the necrosis of the flesh, ultimately leading to this result.
But now, Mimir wasn't actually dead yet, just turned into something resembling a zombie-like corroded body.
Fortunately, there was also good news; the pollution on him had vanished.
