Shen Luo's facial features contorted in pain, drenched in cold sweat. But both of his hands remained tightly wrapped around his lower abdomen's Dantian, unwilling to ease the slightest bit of their grip.
At this moment, the two streams of mana in his Dantian engaged in a fierce conflict, causing his abdomen to rumble like a drum, emitting booming sounds.
His Dantian had never experienced such a colossal impact; it felt like countless small blades were stirring it crazily.
Compared to the current heart-wrenching agony, the previously endured pain from the tearing of his meridians and Dantian seemed negligible.
His teeth tightly clenched, despite his unbearable short gasps of pain. His body continued to shudder incessantly, and beads of perspiration the size of soybeans continued to roll from his forehead.