"AOOOOW—!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream exploded in the depths of his consciousness!
Ghost Nether's soul, already suppressed, was now in such agony it nearly dissipated. It was a pain no man could bear, the sorrow of shattered balls!
'Master... it hurts... it hurts so much!!'
'Why... Why didn't you dodge?!'
But Mr. Youquan's voice remained indifferent. "Dodge? Why should I? This is just the girl's warm greeting to you, her senior brother. How could I, as your master, refuse it?"
"My disciple, you're still too attached to the body's suffering. Why not... completely open your mind and offer this body to me entirely?"
"As long as you give up your resistance, you'll never have to feel this kind of pain again."
Listening to this demonic whisper and watching the female cultivator relentlessly attacking his body, Ghost Nether felt utter despair.
'She's trying to beat me to death!'
