The Colorful Insect had lost the will to live.
Trapped in Shi Ming's Sea of Spirit, it entertained the thought of seeking release for the first time since its birth.
Even being trapped in the Banded Dream Realm for a millennium, facing one illusory bubble after another all day long, hadn't caused it an ounce of suffering. But now, in just a few dozen days, it had endured an agonizing exploitation unlike anything in its entire existence!
Over and over!
There was no end in sight!
Every time this "Insect Power Bank" recovered in the slightest—be it Spiritual Power or life force—it was immediately and forcibly siphoned away, becoming nourishment for that human!
'Dammit!'
'Dammit all!'
'What in the world is he doing?'
After being squeezed like this for a number of times it couldn't even count, the Colorful Insect was emaciated, with nothing left but a sheet of iridescent skin. It could barely move, no longer having the strength to even curse him.
