Once they failed, the Forbidden Demon Clan would launch a massive offensive, and the entire Western region would fall and perish. He had charged into the very forefront of the battlefield, enduring the baptism of war.
That kind of cruelty—what part of it was not a test of willpower? What part was not a tempering of willpower?
Then, in the Central Capital region, he fought Fire Spirit Beasts, fought the various sects and factions, and fought Hua Wanru!
All the way to the Gate of Proving the Dao, arriving in the Twelve States, he battled foreign races, fought Daoist Menghen, and went through all manner of trials. When had he not hovered between life and death? When had he not been scoured as if by fire?
After that came the Great Secret Realm, the chaos of the Underworld at the spatial node, and his journey to meet the Dragon Ancestor and Golden Claw.
Too much, far too much.
What Mo Baiyu had experienced was indeed incomparably cruel: his sect had been destroyed, and he had wandered the ends of the earth. But what Yang Chen had endured was even crueler than Mo Baiyu's.
The Spirit Realm's strength was indeed far inferior to that of the Southern Realm.
But that had also created a phenomenon: Spirit Realm people understood willpower better than Southern Realm people.
Because Southern Realm people lived lives that were too comfortable.
His willpower was absolutely not something Mo Baiyu could rival.
And because of that, he soon reached the stage of four hundred breaths.
Those powerful attacks that destroyed one's will became increasingly terrifying, one after another, like driving wind and torrential rain. If one could not withstand them, wave after wave would follow, each one cruel beyond measure!
Anyone else would have long since been unable