Bang!
Clang!
Crack--
Inside the quiet chamber, Li Mu Yang's body rolled and slammed against the stone walls again and again. Chunks of the Lapis Lazuli, which was as hard as iron and had stood firm for ten thousand years, came crashing down. In some places, huge dents had even appeared where Li Mu Yang had smashed his head into it.
Li Mu Yang's eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body was covered in wounds and smeared with blood. Even so, he continued hurling himself against the wall as though he felt nothing, each time more ferociously and with greater force.
"Ah--"
"Oh--"
"Kill--Song Gudú, you old dog! I swear I'll grind your bones to dust--"
At the same time, Li Mu Yang continued to roar and curse through gritted teeth.
As long as it could ease the pain, he was willing to try it.
Besides, under such agony, it was anyone's guess whether Li Mu Yang could still maintain his sanity. Perhaps everything he was doing now was merely instinctive.
Pain!
It hurt too much!
The Netherworld Poison truly was something no ordinary person could endure. The pain was like iron spikes sprouting from his marrow, and like countless steel needles being hammered into his body from outside. One after another, driving him between life and death.
Every midnight was when the Netherworld Qi flared up. Ever since Song Gudú had driven those eight Netherworld Nails into him, it had attacked him night after night without ever stopping.
Tonight would be no exception.
But to expose Wu Shanji's ugly face, to ruin his plan to kill and seize the treasure, and to save the lives of Qin Han, Wen Ruo Ruo, and the others, he had no choice but to stand up. At the crucial moment, he had been