Earlier, after Luo Zheng absorbed a Bloodline Desolate Bone, he had felt as though something in his physical body were about to sprout.
The entire process had not been painful at all.
But when this Brown Desolate God Power drilled in through the wound, it was like a red-hot knife slicing through flesh, bringing with it a searing, tearing agony.
"Ugh..."
Luo Zheng clenched his teeth and could not help letting out a muffled groan.
Both Diao Yuan and the old man had warned him that the pain of the Physical Body Tribulation was unbearable, and Luo Zheng had made ample mental preparations.
After all, he had endured similar pain several times before. Some of it had been utterly unbearable, yet he had pulled through.
The Physical Body Tribulation sounded so terrifying, but in the end, it was only pain on the physical level.
Yet only after experiencing it himself did he discover that although the pain occurred in his physical body, it reached all the way into his soul!
"Pop!"
Another wound split open across Luo Zheng's back. Golden blood transformed into a blood arrow and struck the wall, while even more Desolate God Power squeezed in through the wound.
"Hiss..."
He gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air.
As time slowly passed, more and more wounds split open across the surface of Luo Zheng's body.
At this moment, he looked as if he had been subjected to slow slicing torture. From head to toe, his entire body was covered in wounds. The long ones were one or two feet, the short ones two or three inches. There was not a single uninjured spot, while the Desolate God Power within the Bloodline Desolate Bones continued drilling inside through the wounds.
"The second portion of Bloodline