The outcome emerges before the war begins, the moment you take that step, you've already won.
The only thing to face is just a bit of Tai Sui's instinctual resistance and a few scattered thoughts gathered on Tai Sui's surface...
Isn't it simple?
"...Simple, my ass!"
When that roaring gale swept over, when those tendrils detached from the meat mountain, penetrating through his body, aiming to completely devour him.
In that instant, Hu Ma felt his flesh being flayed a billion times, each inch of skin peeling off, thrown into a boiling oil pot, repeatedly fried, every nerve extracted, sawn repeatedly under a serrated blade.
Of course, it was an illusion, his flesh still in the human world, only his Spiritual Body was here.
But this feeling was all too real, this pain was genuine, even the void before him felt like he had signed up to suffer for ten thousand years, only to realize that within those ten thousand years, every second stretched to beyond ten thousand years.
