Can't Afford to Play

Wilma Nilles's voice suddenly cut off.

She gazed at Braydon Neal, lying on the ground, barely breathing, and her body trembled.

In the next moment, Wilma rushed to Braydon, her voice urgent and loud.

"Braydon?"

"What happened to you, Braydon?"

Her eyes filled with anxiety as she called out to him. But Braydon was unconscious and couldn't respond.

Seeing his pale face, her worry deepened. She placed a hand on his forehead, carefully sensing his condition.

"Why is his spiritual power so severely depleted?!"

Wilma's eyes widened in shock.

If spiritual power was like the water in a lake, Braydon's lake had completely dried up, cracked, with not a trace of power left.

Signing a soul contract shouldn't have caused such extreme exhaustion.

But Braydon had made up his mind. If he wanted to appear pitiful, he would go all the way. He had completely drained the mental energy in his brain.