[14:24:22]
The cold numbers, like poisoned ice picks, brutally pierced into the depths of Feng Ju's consciousness.
[14:24:20]
The shadow of the previous number had not completely dissipated when a new number had already emerged with cold malice.
[14:24:18]
The numbers continued to mercilessly decrease, falling two seconds by two seconds.
[...]
Feng Ju had never run so fast in his life.
Luckily, he was now a "dead man," unable to feel fatigue, otherwise, such frantic running would have had his lungs spilling out from his throat.
Death had become his greatest advantage now.
Everything that happened in the sewer was thrilling to recount, but truly only "twenty-some minutes" had passed since Feng Ju crawled up "bringing the dead back to life."
Thanks to time being especially generous to him, only ten minutes or so had actually passed in reality.
