C1387 Rejection

In just a moment, Zhou Yan's skin was covered with red welts, and he could feel his blood boiling beneath the surface.

"Damn, why is this burning sensation so intense?"

Zhou Yan clenched his jaw and fought to suppress it with all his strength.

Puchi!

At last, the internal heat reached a crescendo, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his breaths coming in ragged gasps