Chapter 463 Begging My Mentor for Help

• Zhou Ge’s face twisted, turning downright ugly. Every joint ballooned with pain, like a swarm of tiny ants clawing their way out from under his skin.
• He’d trained in combat since he was a kid. After all these years, pain was just part of the routine.
• But this hellish mix of pain and itch drove him insane. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. He felt like rolling on the floor just to claw his way out of it.