Mysterious Man from Sheng Yun, Penta Lightning Seal Formation

"This is becoming burdensome, and I can barely hold on... but I'm not scared of death. My will is going to prevail," Xiao Ming assured himself, his voice resolute despite the agony coursing through his body.

His injuries were unsightly, a testament to the brutal ordeal he had endured. It was a miracle he was still alive.

His lungs burned with every labored breath, his nose mangled and barely functional. His heart, once strong and steady, now beat at half its normal capacity, struggling to pump blood through his battered body.

His soul equally bore the scars of this battle, its injuries sapping his mental energy and threatening to plunge him into unconsciousness.

The look in his bloodshot eyes and his disheveled hair gave him the appearance of a demonized cultivator, one who had delved too deeply into forbidden arts.