The blade sliced the surface skin of Bologue's throat, it was at most a scratch, with a few traces of blood oozing out.
Bai Ou watched Bologue, his dull eyes like black holes swallowing all the morning light, from which blew a foul and rotten smell.
Secret Energy·Injury of Bliss.
Bologue had endured countless hardships and bore endless pain; compared to all this, the pain from the blade's scratch was utterly negligible.
It should be so.
As if a curse killing forcefully surged from the wound in his throat, the faint sensation of pain was instantly multiplied millions of times, this was not a pain human will could overcome; it nearly shattered Bologue's physiological limit in an instant.
Bologue's eyes trembled, cold sweat covered his forehead, his arms convulsed uncontrollably, even his ability to think temporarily halted, and the silver snake swarm danced chaotically, indiscriminately destroying everything in their path.
