Blood-red scales flashed over Lin Guang's head and then disappeared.
"Boom—!" Lin Guang exerted his strength again, slamming Su Ming'an against the wall, a vertical stream of blood sliding down from the wall, which showed web-like cracks.
Su Ming'an tightly closed his eyes, feeling intense pain coming from the back of his head, his back damp and hot.
He no longer resisted, his body had lost its strength, and a buzzing sound rang in his ears.
The impact made him lose his last breath of air, his consciousness gradually sinking into dizziness, the only sensation being glass-like black spots flickering in his mind like passing stars.
In his dizziness, he felt warm. This sensation coming from death was all too familiar, each occurrence felt like a moment of rest.
He was too tired.
