The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, unstoppable.
"Damn it, what have you done to me?" Wu Tong clutched his head with both hands, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
It felt like an indescribable force was trying to tear his head apart, a pain he had never experienced in his life.
He wanted to escape.
But.
Even if he fled elsewhere, the excruciating pain followed him like a shadow.
"Senior Brother Wu Tong, you can die now!" Xu Wendong's eyes turned cold, and soul force roared out without any reservation.
In the next second, Wu Tong's figure suddenly stiffened in place.
He clearly felt the indescribably sharp and piercing force penetrating through his head and internal organs, now moving toward his dantian with unstoppable momentum.
Wu Tong was burning with anxiety.
He knew that the dantian was a cultivator's second life, and if it were damaged, the consequences would be unimaginable.
