But the fog was simply beyond the resistance of Zhu Bufan; it penetrated swiftly through his seven orifices and skin without any possibility of being blocked.
As the black fog fully entered his body, the pain ceased instantaneously, only to feel as though a weight of a thousand pounds was added to his body, and his joints were as if rusted, completely immovable.
In that instant, boundless fear and darkness overwhelmed Zhu Bufan's entire consciousness, and a sense of utter despair shrouded him completely.
Consequently, his consciousness grew increasingly blurred, as darkness slowly rose in his mind.
Had there been someone by his side, they would have clearly seen strands of black Qi surging towards Zhu Bufan's head, and in the blink of an eye, his tiny head took on the deep black of thick ink.
Zhu Bufan felt a heart-piercing pain, as if his head had been penetrated by a hammer, the sudden blow causing him to groan, his eyes wide open like two eggs, completely bloodshot.
