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Li Ming was propelled through the air by Feng Tianlong's Spirit Qi Black Dragon, like a runaway meteor hurtling towards the mountain wall ahead. The power of the black dragon seemed boundless, relentlessly pushing forward and pinning Li Ming down within its grasp. The entire sky was shrouded in darkness, and the surrounding air was thick with an overwhelming pressure.
With a thunderous roar, Li Ming's body slammed heavily against the mountain wall. The impact caused the rock face to tremble violently, sending debris flying in all directions. The tremendous force reverberated through the mountain, producing a deep rumbling sound as if it were mourning this catastrophic collision.
Li Ming's body was forcibly embedded into the rock, and the excruciating pain in his chest made him feel as though he were suffocating. It felt as if every bone in his body had shattered, and the tearing agony of his muscles nearly robbed him of consciousness. His arms hung limply at his sides, his entire body immobilized like a crushed doll, barely sustained by the instinct of Spiritual Energy to keep him from slipping into unconsciousness.
Blood trickled from the corner of Li Ming's mouth, dripping onto the mountain wall, where the bright red stains contrasted sharply against the charred black rock scorched by Spiritual Energy, creating a strikingly vivid image. His chest heaved violently; each breath felt like walking on a razor's edge, filled with unbearable pain.
"Damn it..." Li Ming's vision began to blur, and his consciousness faded bit by bit. He gritted his teeth against the pain, struggling to stay awake, silently telling himself that he could not fall here. Yet, the fatigue and agony wrapped around him like an unyielding net, trapping him in despair.
At that moment, embedded in the mountain wall, Li Ming sensed that the Spirit Qi Black Dragon was still relentless; it continued to apply pressure, attempting to utterly destroy him. The mountain wall creaked ominously under the sustained assault, with stones tumbling down as if the entire mountain were lamenting. Li Ming felt his awareness slipping further away as his eyes lost focus.
"I... cannot fall..." Li Ming roared internally, forcing himself to steady his breath and concentrate whatever strength remained within him. But his body refused to respond any longer. The intense pain coursing through him forced him to spit out another mouthful of blood, plunging him deeper into despair amidst the overwhelming darkness and agony.
His mind was a chaotic swirl; consciousness felt as though it had been torn into countless fragments drifting in a dark abyss. Everything before him was hazy, and a low buzzing sound echoed in his ears, isolating him from the world's clamor and leaving only a piercing silence. Suddenly, a sharp and furious voice shattered this chaos—it was Mo Shiu's voice, clear as lightning slicing through darkness.
"Wake up! Li Ming, you cannot fall!" Mo Shiu's voice brimmed with anger and urgency, as if trying to yank Li Ming back from the abyss.
Li Ming hazily registered Mo Shiu's shouts, struggling to surface from the chaos. His mind felt mired in mud; thoughts sluggish and disordered. Yet Mo Shiu's reprimands reverberated in his ears repeatedly, pulling him back from the brink of unconsciousness time after time. Taking a deep breath brought a wave of pain crashing over him, causing his whole body to tremble.
"Move... move!" Li Ming whispered to himself internally, fighting to shift his body. His hands were trapped firmly within the rock face; it felt as though he had been crushed beyond recognition and could not budge. Each attempt sent searing pain slicing through his bones, nearly causing him to faint again. But Mo Shiu's voice rang out once more with an authoritative tone filled with urgency.
"Quick! Don't make me say it twice!" Mo Shiu's commanding voice compelled Li Ming to comply against all odds.
Li Ming gritted his teeth, enduring the pain as he tried to pull his hands free from the rock face. It felt as if his hands were shattered; every inch he moved was an exquisite torment. The sound of bones grinding and the tearing pain nearly made him faint, but he knew he could not stop. Every bit of movement was a struggle against death.
"Just... move a little more..." Li Ming urged himself in his mind, the world around him blurring into a haze, shadows swirling indistinctly before his eyes. His fingers trembled slightly, blood seeping from his wounds and staining the rock. His will burned like a blazing flame, struggling to hold on amidst the extreme pain; no matter what, he could not fall here.
His breathing grew rapid, the agony almost rendering him incapable of thought. Each movement was a battle against himself, and he felt his consciousness slowly crumbling. The voice of Mo Shiu echoed again, this time filled with cold determination.
"Don't let the pain defeat you! Keep going! Hold on a little longer!" Mo Shiu's voice pierced through Li Ming's despair like a sharp sword, pulling him back from the abyss once more.
Li Ming knew he could not give up. He clenched his teeth and summoned every last ounce of strength to try to free his hands from the rock face. Each movement felt like it was pushing him closer to losing consciousness, yet he refused to stop. In his heart, there was only one belief: he must not fall here; he had to survive at all costs.
Mo Shiu's voice thundered in Li Ming's mind, filled with anger and urgency, shaking his very being like a clap of thunder. "Li Ming!" Mo Shiu's roar seemed ready to tear Li Ming's soul apart. "If you can just hold on for one more second, Feng Tianlong will kill one less person! Think about it—what is the true meaning of cultivating?"
Those words struck Li Ming's heart like a dagger, causing him to widen his eyes in pain. Blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth; his body felt as if it were nailed down by steel spikes. Yet Mo Shiu's words hammered relentlessly at his consciousness, forcing him to confront this brutal reality.
"The meaning of cultivating..." Li Ming struggled through the excruciating pain as memories flooded back—the journey he had taken, the battles fought at all costs to protect others. He closed his eyes in agony, feeling a fierce fire ignite within him, burning away all despair and fear.
"To protect everyone, to protect those I love!" A powerful conviction erupted within Li Ming's heart, and a resolute light flashed in his eyes. In that moment, he felt something deep within his soul ignite completely, transforming into an overwhelming force that surged forth from within.
Spiritual Energy coursed through Li Ming like a torrent, mending his broken body. He sensed the cold pain gradually being replaced by a warm power; wounds healed at an astonishing rate, and strength returned to his muscles and bones. In that instant, his body became less rigid as pain was replaced by clarity.
"I won't let him hurt anyone else!" Li Ming gritted his teeth and shouted as the Spiritual Energy within him burned like flames. Driven by this power, his hands finally broke free from the rock face. Covered in blood yet feeling unprecedented strength and resilience, he understood that he could no longer hesitate or delay—every second Feng Tianlong existed meant another innocent life lost.
"I will protect them—all those I cherish!" Li Ming roared again as Spiritual Energy surged through him relentlessly. He felt ready—ready to face the next battle. He could not stop; fear would no longer bind his steps. At this moment, his heart was filled with unwavering determination and faith—a strength unlike anything he had ever experienced since beginning his cultivation journey.
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