In the darkness.
When Lin Cheng regained consciousness, he instantly let out a miserable scream!
"I..." He nearly burst into profanity!
Pain!
Excruciating pain.
At that moment, Lin Cheng felt as if his entire body were about to shatter, as though he had fallen into a meat grinder.
"What the hell is going on?"
Lin Cheng gulped down breaths, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall. Terror flickered in his eyes. The moment he tried to move, he suddenly stiffened, unable to breathe. He spat out a mouthful of blood. "I... fuck!"
The pain lasted less than a few short minutes, yet Lin Cheng was nearly tortured to the point of mental collapse.
At the same time, Lin Cheng, far away within the Creation Tower, suddenly furrowed his brows as his consciousness violently fluctuated.
At his current level, for a powerhouse, even if the physical body was ruined or the divine soul shattered, there was still some chance of treatment... Only the will was different. It was an exceptionally lofty form of power. Once one's will collapsed, one was truly dead.
Under normal circumstances, when dealing with powerhouses who possessed incarnations, all one had to do was seize one incarnation and find a way to completely destroy its will. Once its will collapsed, all of its incarnations would be instantly wiped out.
However, Lin Cheng had kept one incarnation stationed in the Creation Tower all year round. The powerful protection of the divine artifact weakened any external force by countless times the moment it entered.
But this time... something seemed to have gone wrong.
"Ah!"
Lin Cheng's screams did not cease. It hurt too much!
Just as he was in such pain that he wished he were dead... inside the Creation Tower, a figure formed entirely from gathered