C309 Worrying

"I can't hold on any longer."

Qin Ming's eyes sagged, with viscous blood oozing slowly from his crown to his eyelids. The dense plasma weighed down his eyelashes, turning his vision into a hazy crimson.

Ultimately, Qin Ming had greatly underestimated the barrier. He had chiseled more than sixty feet into the rock face, yet still hadn't managed to penetrate the wall