```
Time slowly passed.
As his blood continued to drain, Li Chengyi's eyes also began to blur.
His consciousness was also gradually fading.
A fatigue that he had not felt in a long time was now creeping up on him.
His head was heavy, his body felt hollow, as if becoming lighter and lighter, like a feather trying to float away.
The large, half-human-height barrel beside him was now almost full.
This also meant that Li Chengyi's blood was nearly drained.
Yserine monitored his condition nervously from the side, observing the changes in his vital signs.
Slowly, Li Chengyi's lips became paler and his body colder.
An odd scent began to emanate from him, growing stronger and slowly coalescing.
Hiss.
Little by little, gray dust-like substances emerged around him.
"Death energy!?" Yserine immediately recognized what it was.
Without waiting for her to react, dense death energy swiftly gathered.