What did it feel like to be injured over and over, only to recover over and over again?
As for this experience, Wang Gaofan could only say it was agony beyond measure.
He wanted to rise up and resist.
But unfortunately, no matter how hard he struggled, in the face of that terrifying pressure coming from Ling Wuyuan, he was like Sun Wukong pinned beneath the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain, unable to find even the slightest room to struggle.
It was the purest possible stat value.
There were absolutely no extraneous factors.
But precisely because it was too pure, Wang Gaofan had no room to resist at all.
After all, so-called openings only appeared when one's stats were insufficient.
As long as the stats were high enough, then nothing in all existence would have any so-called openings.
This was the charm of stats.
There were no flashy, complicated mechanics.
Correspondingly, it gave others no chance to play with mechanics either.
This directly caused everything Wang Gaofan had learned in his life to lose all meaning before such stats.
In the first second, facing the invisible weight upon him, facing the reality that everything from his body to his soul to his will was being crushed down and suppressed, Wang Gaofan's heart was filled with disbelief.
He simply refused to believe that Ling Wuyuan, who was also a [Fate Defiance Realm Cultivator], could be this much stronger than him.
Moreover, this was [Dark Forest Wilderness City]. This was his, Wang Gaofan's, home ground!!
If it was only that he could not win, then so be it.
He could actually accept that completely.
After all, a person's worth lay in knowing oneself.
He was very clear that among cultivators of the same level, he could really only be considered average.
So he