119 The Institute (60)

Chu Yi gasped softly, sweat quickly pooling onto the glistening white forehead. The burning dryness in his throat and the painful tightness in his chest made him feel as if he was being slowly cooked under a scorching flame.

Vaguely, he felt an intense and peculiar sensation appearing from his weak legs, it was both itchy and painful ass if his legs were being corroded under thousands of crawling ants. Yet, at the same time, t felt similar to having new skin and flesh growing into his bones.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch them but his hands had only just stretched out when the overpowering smell of salt and seaweed suddenly engulfed his body like a powerful hand. The heavy, thick air was damp and moist as if he was sinking into a deep swamp, but instead of feeling refreshed, it only left him even more parched.