Ding Huan felt his body wanting to tear apart once again. Despite still operating Luo Shijin, he felt something ominous was happening.
Advancing from a third-level to a fourth-level gene cultivator, the terrifying tearing his body was experiencing under Luo Shijin was unbearable.
At that moment, Ding Huan had a premonition that under the intense onslaught of elemental power, perhaps in the next moment, his body would completely collapse.
He couldn't go on like this, he couldn't even stop. If he stopped, perhaps he would save his life, but ninety percent of his cultivation would be burnt away due to severed meridians, and there was an eighty to ninety percent chance he would be crippled.
Even if he had a healing gene, without cultivation, what could he do?
The violent elemental power assaulted his mind, and at that moment, Ding Huan's eyes started bleeding due to congestion, followed by bleeding from his nose and mouth…