Chen Feihu, kneeling on one knee on the ground, looked at Xiao Feng with an expression full of disbelief, with traces of fear intertwined.
Beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye. His body started to tremble, and the muscles on his face convulsed uncontrollably, as if he might collapse at any moment.
Zhao Guo'an hurried over. Having studied medicine since childhood, he had seen the strangest of symptoms, yet the condition of Zhao Feihu before him left him at a loss for how to proceed.
A perfectly fine person, just moments ago he was incredibly fierce, and in the blink of an eye, with nothing happening, he kneeled on the ground, unable to utter a single word. It was beyond inexplicable.
At this moment, Chen Feihu could no longer hold on and fell straight forward. It was clear he was unwilling, but he had truly lost control of his body.
