New Intelligence
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"No!" Shi Balong screamed.
Black turned into the darkest curtain, enveloping him.
It was as if someone had grabbed his head and pressed it into the water. After just one exchange, Shi Balong felt that he had difficulty breathing and was gasping for air.
His vision turned pitch black and he could neither see nor feel anything.
It was as if he had been abandoned. Helplessness, fear and loneliness crawled into his brain like insects, spreading wantonly.
He wanted to scream, but he found that he could not make a sound.
He wanted to cry bitterly, but he found that he could not shed any tears.
He wanted to escape, but he found that he could not move his legs.
Other than despair, it was still despair and there was only despair...
Shi Balong collapsed.
"Boss!"
Zhou Zhu pulled on the light screen and vaguely saw that Shi Balong had failed. He sighed inwardly.