Chương 897: Slaughter Spirit.

Shi Lang was standing in the blood pond with just one of his foot dipped inside the seething water. He had been like that for a week, and his soul was burning, it was not quick, but the pain was too much. His body was shaking and it was filled with cracks. The water seemed to have come to life. 

It had climbed over his body and seeping inside through the bleeding cracks. Shi Lang's consciousness was turning darker and he was forgetting who he was. The process was extremely painful. 

While he was suffering, on the summit, Long Yang could not help but step forth and say, "Elder, I apologize but I cannot stand this anymore. Junior Brother Shi Lang is suffering so much. Is there really no way to save him?"