When Baili An regained consciousness, he had no idea how much time had passed.
He tried to open his heavy eyelids, but all he saw was darkness; even the corpse demon's natural ability to see in the dark seemed utterly useless here.
Upon waking, his body felt numb, and the piercing pain from the wound in his chest seemed delayed.
A describable, intense pain like burning fire surged up from his bloody flesh, his body was soaked in blood, cold and sticky, extremely uncomfortable.
Slowly thinking, he remembered the long sword in Hong Zhuang's hand that had penetrated his body.
The cold, penetrating Blade seemed to linger in his mind; that sword seemed to have a special power to seal the Corpse Pearl.
Inside him, the Corpse Pearl seemed as if it had died, and no matter how much Baili An summoned and tried to connect with it, it was in vain.
