Chen Yuan lying on the ground widened his eyes, shocked and desperate.
"You, have you forgotten me? I am your brother, Ah'yuan..."
The Snail Girl no longer paid him any attention. She turned around and followed Meng Huafan's steps, leaving and walking up to the second floor.
The young man's eyes were fixed on his sister's departing back. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, but his consciousness slowly dispersed, his pupils dim and lifeless. The scarlet pupils raging with anger on his forehead closed shut.
He lay there, slipping into a coma, his body covered with marks corroded by the Karmic Fire, like a mass of rotten flesh.
According to the standards of ordinary people, even general Cursing Masters, such severe injuries would be fatal. But the power of the Asura granted Chen Yuan extraordinary healing abilities. His breath was weak, yet his condition stabilized at an unbelievable speed.
...
Meng Huafan brought Chen Jiu back in front of Cen Dongsheng and the others.
