The Sword Sense was in disarray, uncontrollable, crashing left and right, impacting the meridians within Meng Qingzhou's body.

Meng Qingzhou's breath was as faint as a thread, the fire of life dimming, resembling an old man on the brink of death, exuding decay.

Despite facing a life-and-death crisis, Meng Qingzhou remained calm and composed. He pressed the Dragon-Seeking Bone Toucher on his forehead, carefully examining his body.

"Something's wrong..."