He lay prone on the bed, face down, back up, just staying there quietly.
If it hadn't been for his lack of strength, Zhang Xiaohao really wanted to shout out loud, calling for Xue'er and Bai'er to come and help him up, or at least to change to a more comfortable position!
But alas.
The severe loss of vital energy had left him without even the strength to speak.
His whole body felt sore and numb, as if ten thousand ants were biting at him, causing such intense pain.
If it were any normal day, this level of pain would have been nothing to Zhang Xiaohao.
With his willpower, even if the pain had doubled, he wouldn't have furrowed his brow.
But now.
As his vital energy drained, the pain was amplified tenfold, brutally challenging Zhang Xiaohao's nerves.
As time passed, large beads of sweat dripped steadily from his forehead onto the bedsheets below.
His clothes were dampened, making him look like a giant lobster just pulled out of the water.
