C917 Under the Hall

As the pain began to subside, Painting Devil struggled to his feet, his body still shaking violently. He appeared as though smoke was pouring from all his orifices, shivering uncontrollably, his teeth clacking together and his facial muscles twisted in excruciating pain.

"Does it hurt?" Lee Mo asked.

"It hurts..." Painting Devil replied hastily, his voice laced with urgency