The divine punishment was still intensifying. This was several crimes punished together.
Mr. Ju's bones shattered inch by inch, his flesh twisted into a braid, blood seeping into the floorboards. Yet Mr. Tu did not dare resist, did not dare beg for mercy. He could only endure it all.
His hatred for Void Gate burrowed ever deeper into his marrow along with this pain.
If not for Void Gate... the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons would not have been destroyed, the Rouge Boat would not have been swept away, and his plans would not have been hamstrung at every turn.
Now that the Demon Sect was being purged, the main force was still Void Gate's twenty Golden Core elders!
Mr. Tu's hatred drove him nearly mad. He almost bit his teeth apart.
At the same time, the divine punishment was nearing its end.
After agony like having his bones crushed to powder and his ashes scattered, after Divine Thought punishments that piled every torture of the Three Thousand Purgatories of the Great Wilderness upon him, Mr. Tu finally had a moment to catch his breath.
As the master of the Great Wilderness, he had plotted for a thousand years.
The "divine punishments" he had suffered throughout those thousand years were far less severe and cruel than those of these mere recent years.
All of this had been bestowed upon him by Void Gate, which worshipped that Fierce God.
He would not forget this hatred.
Mr. Tu's flesh wriggled. Flesh grew over white bones, skin grew over flesh, and he once more took human form. Prostrating himself on the ground, he kowtowed toward the enormous Sheep Bone Statue before him and reported devoutly, "The Evil Dragon I painstakingly raised for my master's Divine Fetus has escaped. He has grown rebellious, believing