At this moment, Xu Zimei was enduring a feeling of absolute suffering.
Scorched by fierce flames.
Enclosed in icy frost.
Battered by Heavenly Thunder.
Ravaged by Mad Wind.
The forces of countless paths were tormenting him.
Time aged him; space cut his limbs, the Path of Strength ceaselessly rocked his body, while the Path of Death entwined his Divine Soul.
In his view, gales howled, and Heavenly Thunder rolled.
Countless paths, countless waterfalls.
This was no longer a simple battle.
Like an ordinary person standing below a ten-thousand-meter-high sky.
Hundreds of thousands of waterfalls cascading down from above.
How would you face that?
Lost within the waterfalls, ultimately drifting with the current?
"No, this is not what I should be thinking about."
Xu Zimei tightly shut his eyes.
No pain, whether in body or Divine Soul, could make him frown.
He seemed almost devoid of sensation.
