"Little Dragon Girl... I'm... I'm already... about to die! You... *sigh*."
Ye Tianling sighed softly.
The Little Dragon Girl had given him hope.
He truly felt completely powerless, his entire body nearly withered into a dried-up corpse.
He couldn't see, and he was nearly deaf.
His Soul Talent was useful, but it was all he had left.
And a Soul Talent couldn't keep him alive.
"You're about to die? How come I didn't know?"
the Little Dragon Girl asked back curiously.
Ye Tianling was speechless—in fact, it was only after hearing the Little Dragon Girl say there was hope that he truly felt there was a point in living.
But, just when he felt that living had meaning again, he realized he might not be able to live on after all!
The terrifying, near-death experience before him was just too real.
His body was cracking apart, bit by bit, about to undergo Transformation Dao. His flesh and blood were turning to dust—although the process wasn't fast.
