"Whimper..."
Under Chu Yang's foot, Ye Zhen let out a pained whimper. His facial features twisted viciously, and the skin on his hands and feet turned a bluish-purple. Tiny beads of blood oozed from his pores.
"Ah..." Ye Zhen screamed, sounding like a mixture of human and ghost, suddenly exhibiting a surge of immense strength that nearly sent Chu Yang flying.
Great pain seemed to bring some lucidity to Ye Zhen: "Mr. Chu, I feel terrible."
"I feel like there's something crawling inside me, the pain is unbearable."
"Kill me, I don't want to endure this pain anymore."
"Mr. Chu, please kill me."
As Ye Zhen finished speaking, he lost his senses once more, his eyes blood-red. Foul-smelling blood flowed from his mouth, and his limbs twisted at unbelievable angles.
If this continued, Ye Zhen might transform into a monster.
Chu Yang used his Clairvoyant ability to examine Ye Zhen's body.