Three Second True Man
Editor: Henyee Translations
As Bai Ling held onto the rigid An Lin, she realized that An Lin had never been this hard before.
It was as if she were carrying a rock statue in her soft and slender arms.
"An Lin, what on earth has happened to you?
"Are you still alive?
"If you can't talk, then can you use your divine intent to communicate?"
Bai Ling anxiously asked a series of questions.
"Yes… Stop… talking nonsense… I'm really tired… really, really tired… Let me… rest for a while…" An Lin used his divine intent to reply to Bai Ling's questions. His speech was slurred and choppy, and it was clear that it was extremely difficult for him to communicate right now. He sounded like a speaker that had run out of power.
"Oh, okay. Leave it to me," Bai Ling chuckled and said. "An Lin, your technique was indeed extremely terrifying. However, its after-effects seem to be a bit too severe. Is it the Three Second True Man Technique?