Another piece of cloud had been sucked dry.
A bitter smile appeared on Ai Hui’s face when he looked at his arms. The size of his arms thinned again.
The sword cloud within his body strengthened again.
His muscles were degenerating at a rapid speed. His clearly defined muscles had completely disappeared. The strength of his arms had reduced significantly and his body was much more skinnier than before.
With his body fully covered with bandages, he looked like an air-dried mummy.
Ai Hui’s body was lacking in life force, resembling a person who was about to die. Even though he had stabilized his injured condition, his body had become significantly weaker. Other than this, there was nothing wrong with him.
Ai Hui, himself, was the one who couldn’t get used to it the most.