In just a few breaths' time, he had traversed the distance of over ten meters!
However, just as he was about to rush out from the Stone Bridge, his chanting voice abruptly halted, his throat hissing, unable to produce a sound - dry and painful as if he had gone mute.
He wanted to continue spouting the Cautions, but suddenly coughed out a thick, oily, and foul-smelling black liquid.
"Damn it...!!"
He sensed that the golden aura within his body had been completely depleted!
After the fiery burst of the fireworks, what follows is a cold, withering in the dark night!
Powerlessly, he fell to the edge of the Watchtower, crashing onto the uneven, ice-cold stone slabs, his body smeared with muddy water.
"Such a pity... such a pity..."
Clutching an old kerosene lamp, he struggled to get up, but this time, his spiritual power was also spent.
Mentally and physically drained, he could hardly be distinguished from a dead man.
