At the moment their bodies fused.
Xu Wendong clearly felt an overwhelming spiritual power surging forth, as if coming from the depths of the prehistoric abyss, wrapped in blood-tingling heat that seemed capable of scorching the very soul, like a torrent of molten lava rushing madly through the point of their connection with an unstoppable force.
In an instant, his meridians felt as if they were being pierced by thousands of sharp steel needles simultaneously.
Agonizing pain swept over him like a tidal wave, every inch of his flesh seeming to be ruthlessly seared by fierce flames, or cruelly corroded by strong acid.
The kind of bone-eroding pain caused his muscles to instantly tense like a fully drawn bowstring, his body shaking uncontrollably, as he forced out muffled groans of pain through clenched teeth.
Yet, his arms were like indomitable iron clamps, tightly holding the Blood Princess, showing no sign of loosening.
