It hurts!
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!!
Within the law-figure-world activated by the Demon Servant, Ye Hanjun roared in pain.
Blood spouted from his mouth like a fountain, and he could feel his bones clicking and creaking, as if they could shatter at any moment.
He swayed where he stood, like a drunkard drenched in wine.
He narrowly avoided staggering several times, yet he managed to stabilize his body by digging his heels into the ground, relying on his stubborn willpower.
Li Jingming, Wang Xinfei, and Huazhu, an elder and two witches, were stiff with shock, almost frozen in place observing the scene.
The scene was horrifying—within the surging blood fog, the moving Blood Array Pattern rotated in front of Ye Hanjun. The blood-red, diabolical altar, giving off a black glow, made a gurgling sound. The dark energy container vibrated like rocks colliding, as if some terrifying creature could descend on them at any second.
