As the Ancient words continuously assaulted Mo Xie, he didn't stop there and continued, the pain wasn't from the ancient words, but through the Tyrannical God's physique.
A person's physique is like a territorial beast, it will not permit anyone to use its territory especially something that can be a huge threat!
"Filling the empty with nothing is pouring everything…"
Mo Xie continuously spoke of the mantra, he needs to complete the hundred thousand words, after all, every new word would assault him, and every time it happens, the Tyrannical God's physique would strongly reject.
Another twelve days passed quickly, Mo Xie is almost done, but currently, the whole shack is dyed in red by his blood, if it wasn't for the Tyrannical God's physique's peerless regeneration, he would've already died merely of blood loss.
Mo Xie found this event quite remarkable.
But as he arrived at the final words, something happened…
