Zhang Tie was helplessly swept along by the little tower and shot through the gates of the black giant tower. The instant he entered, his vision went dark, and he felt as if he had been transported into another space. At the same time, an indescribably immense pressure came from all directions. In an instant, he felt like a chunk of meat thrown into a grinder—ground completely to pulp, then slowly squeezed out bit by bit through a crack and narrow tubes.
Of course, that was only Zhang Tie's personal sensation. His body had not actually shattered. After flying into the giant tower, the little tower enveloping him emitted a golden light that wrapped around his body. At the same time, the translucent energy shield that had already been protecting Zhang Tie did not collapse.
Even so, Zhang Tie still felt as if his entire body had turned into countless tiny particles in that instant, only for those particles to be kneaded back into his original shape afterward.
To Zhang Tie, the process did not feel like passing through a gate and a space. It felt as though he had passed through countless nets. Those countless nets scattered every inch of his body into the finest dust, and only after filtering him over and over did they allow him through...
Zhang Tie did not see what happened behind him, nor did he know that the Six-Armed Devil Emperor had also been "captured" by the black giant tower. The injuries inflicted by the Six-Armed Devil Emperor's certain-kill strike had not yet healed when Zhang Tie was filtered all over again. The irresistible pressure and agony radiating from those layers of invisible giant nets felt as if they were about to squeeze him apart.
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Tie forced his eyes