"Cough, cough, cough..."
Ragged coughing echoed throughout the room. Sitting cross-legged, Li Mo's face was flushed red as searing pain engulfed his lungs, making breathing nearly impossible.
Under the shadows' contrast, an inexplicable aura of terror emanated from Li Mo.
The Ghost Tiger crouched in a corner, staring at Li Mo with a look of sheer panic.
If not for Li Mo's earlier instructions, the Ghost Tiger would have surely fled the room in blind terror under the pull of instinct.
Li Mo coughed violently for a long while; his clenched teeth were unknowingly stained with blood. Dark red streaks of blood mingled with discernible specks of dust.
Soon, his lungs seemed to lose all vitality, and no matter how forcefully he tried to breathe, he couldn't draw even the slightest bit of air from the outside.
Li Mo forced himself to calm down, his consciousness gradually returning to a state of clarity.
