On the bed, Ye Liang's left leg had completely disappeared. He was so thin that his bones were visible, and his face was pale.

If Ning Fan had not seen it with his own eyes, and now someone told him that this was Ye Liang, Ning Fan would not believe anything he said.

This is very different from the Ye Liang he knew.

Even though Ning Fan asked Chen Jianfei to use rejuvenation to treat Ye Liang several times, there was still no sign of improvement.

Ye Liang can kill [Thousand Soul Level], but [Thousand Soul Level] will also leave him with irreparable injuries.

Hearing Qi Huan's words, Ye Liang grinned.

He wanted to laugh, but it aroused the wound on his body, causing him to frown.

The injuries on my body have been there for a while.

But there was no healing.

On the contrary, it has begun to fester.

"It's... not enough..."

Ye Liang's voice was hoarse, like a stone grinding on glass.

"I still have two high-level [Hundred Souls] that I haven't absorbed yet, and I haven't used the [Thousand Souls] yet!"

Qi Huan continued, "If they were all absorbed, a conservative estimate would put the total at over three thousand."

“That’s not enough…”

Ye Liang kept repeating this sentence.

Qi Huan remained silent.

He knew what Ye Liang meant when he said it was not enough.

Ye Liang’s enemy is at the [Ten Thousand Souls Level].

That was a soul level that he had never dared to imagine.

He didn't even know what the [Ten Thousand Souls Level] meant.

Ye Liang closed his eyes.

After a long time, his voice came again.

"When the time comes...eat me."

A forced smile appeared on Ye Liang's lips.

"I... probably... can't bear to watch him die..."

(It’s my birthday today, so I went out and had a great time. I’ll try my best to drink less so as not to affect tomorrow’s update. Bless me, Old Xu!)