Eight Sufferings

With his eyes closed, the moment Li Huowang sensed that he had hurt the other party, he decisively raised the Fire Striker and slashed it across his own skin. Towering flames wrapped around his entire body.

Whatever this thing was, its body was so enormous that holding back simply would not do.

With his eyes closed, Li Huowang controlled the two arms and dozen-odd tentacles on his body, grabbed the edges of the wound, and roared as he tore with all his might.

With a ripping sound, Li Huowang, ablaze from head to toe, drilled straight into the wound.

Three of his hands wielded three swords as he rampaged through the thing's body, trailing flames all over himself.

He paid back the indignation he had just suffered a hundredfold, a thousandfold, upon this thing he did not even know the nature of.

Very soon, he heard the sizzling of flesh being scorched, mingled faintly with waves of agonized dragon roars. The violent trembling nearly made Li Huowang open his eyes.

Yet the more the other party struggled, the deeper Li Huowang burrowed. When he finally felt the pressure ahead suddenly lessen, he realized that whatever the thing was, he had drilled clean through it.

The scorching sizzle eventually turned into the roar of flames burning fiercely, and Li Huowang began to feel his body falling without end.

At the instant he hit the ground, Li Huowang opened his eyes. He happened to see the clouds that had blanketed the sky completely turn into fiery sunset clouds, then disperse at incredible speed. He had won.

"Water!" With a splash, Li Huowang fell into the earth. A few breaths later, he spat out mud and swam his way out of the soil.

When he stood up again, the rain had already stopped.