"I can't bear it anymore."
Han Yu shouted with a dark expression on his face, half a two-hour period later.
The reason was simple—Artifact Spirit had already made seven or eight holes in his stomach.
Who wouldn't be able to stand this!
Artifact Spirit looked helpless, it had been very cautious, but that force just wouldn't cooperate!
It didn't dare stay still and let itself be extinguished, and the speed at which that destructive force roamed within Han Yu's body was ridiculously fast.
So it had to chase after it and stab, leading to the current situation.
Well, luckily the tough-skinned brat wouldn't die even after being stabbed multiple times.
This time, however, Han Yu refused to yield.
"Just this little bit left."
Artifact Spirit waved the small knife helplessly and tried to persuade him.
"You recover quickly, see, it's already scabbed over. Just wait a little longer, and it'll be completely healed. Come, just one more stab."
