In the second Nightmare Trial.
The bronze hall was vast and oppressive. Ancient Divine Runes covered its cold walls, flickering in and out of sight beneath the light of battle.
The air was thick with blood and the lingering heat of clashing divine power.
In less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, Jiang Ping An had been battered beyond recognition.
The Second Level God King had driven him back at every turn, leaving scarcely a part of his body unscathed.
Every exchange brought the sharp crack of breaking bones and the dull sound of tearing flesh.
His left leg was gone below the knee, leaving a mangled stump. Barely half of each arm remained, hanging limply at his sides.
The Demon Bone Armor that had once covered his body lay in ruins. Like smashed porcelain, its fragments peeled away from him one by one.
The plain white robe beneath it had been soaked in blood, turning a glaring dark red.
Sword cuts crisscrossed the cloth. Through the tears, his faintly trembling heart, ruptured organs, and bones glimmering purple were plainly visible.
Agony came in waves, battering his nerves.
If he had not kept taking Demon Illusion Fairy's essence blood to speed his healing, barely sealing his wounds and stemming the bleeding, he would already have collapsed from losing too much divine power.
The power of the essence blood struggled through his body, sustaining his last thread of life.
The situation was desperate. There was no hope of victory in sight.
If the Second Level God King conjured by this trial had been ordinary, Jiang Ping An might have held his ground with his many trump cards. He would never have been beaten this badly.
But the God King before him had mastered complete laws. Even if