Each time, he felt that sickening drain, that profound emptying in his core. His hair became more brittle, more yellowed. His skin grew ever more translucent. His movements, though still swift, were less fluid, more jerky, as if his body was struggling to keep up with the demands placed upon it.
The Mata Langit were intelligent. They began to anticipate his movements, to spread their 'Heavenly Senses' into vast, overlapping webs that covered entire sections of the forest. They no longer fired single bolts, but barrages, tearing apart large areas of the landscape, attempting to flush him out like a cornered beast.
"They are learning your rhythm!" Ye Cangtian roared. You cannot keep this up! Your life force is dwindling rapidly! You will become dust before you even reach safety!
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