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The intense pain caused Zhao Shanhe to double over, screaming. Even as he screamed, Meng Hao’s right hand shot up and clamped onto his neck. The scream now existed only within Zhao Shanhe’s throat, with no way to emerge out.
He could only whimper as his face began to turn a dark purple color. Unable to speak, unable to scream, the pain seemed to grow ten times worse.