The pain finally ended, and Mo Zhenggang was drenched in sweat, even having lost control of his bladder several times.
He lay on the ground like a dead fish, seemingly only exhaling without inhaling.
And he couldn't believe that he had actually walked through the terrifying hell just now, and had even descended to the eighteenth level!
The agony left him trembling with residual fear, his heart pounding in terror.
Even more so, all his arrogance had been tortured out of him.
Forget about pride, he didn't even dare harbor any resentment now, all he had was cowardice.
"Please don't torture me anymore... I am willing to do anything, just let me go..." Mo Zhenggang cried and begged for mercy, his cowardice exceeding the imagination of Shang Shi and the others.
They thought he was a ruthless character, but he turned out to be such a pushover!
Yet when he treated Mo Jun, he was truly merciless.
