As he chanted the incantation, Shen Jingqi's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and the beads of sweat on his forehead continuously rolled down, soaking the green stone ground beneath him. Although the intense pain still existed, like countless fine needles wantonly stirring in his mind, it could no longer ravage his brain as it did before.
He felt his consciousness gradually clear up, as if breaking free from a swirling vortex of darkness, a faint glimmer of light gradually emerged before him. He took a deep breath, the breath trembling slightly, and then exhaled slowly, feeling the warmth and strength of life, as if clutching a lifeline in the darkness.
Shen Jingqi felt his strength slowly recovering.
"Jingqi, how do you feel?" Li Baiyu's voice was filled with concern. He watched Shen Jingqi intently, his eyes full of worry.
Shen Jingqi opened his mouth slightly, his voice hoarse and weak: "Still... alright, I... I can hold on."
