The twelfth level.
He was thrown into a huge stone mortar. The pestle slammed down again and again, and he lost consciousness in an instant.
The thirteenth level.
He was thrown into a pool of blood, and searing pain swallowed him whole.
The fourteenth level.
He was forced to look at the souls of the Soul Beasts he had hunted. They surrounded him, wailing mournfully.
The fifteenth level.
He was tied to a pillar. Agony surged through him until he nearly passed out.
The sixteenth level.
He was thrown into a volcano. Lava churned around him, and scorching pain spread through his body.
The seventeenth level.
He was thrown into a giant millstone. As it turned, his vision went black and he lost consciousness.
The eighteenth level.
He was tied to a wooden stake. Unbearable pain struck, and he blacked out completely.
Tang Hao had endured all eighteen levels. His breathing was barely a thread.
He lay on the ground, his breathing barely a thread.
He thought it was finally over.
Then the Black-Faced King of Hell spoke again.
"That was only the first round. You have a thousand years of this ahead of you."
Tang Hao's pupils contracted. Despair washed over him like a tide.
He tried to struggle, but his body was so battered he could barely move a finger.
All he could do was lie there and whimper faintly.
A jailer came over, hauled him up, and dragged him back toward the first level of hell.
"No... Please... Let me go..."
No one paid him any attention.
The iron tongs clamped around his tongue again.
"Aah—"
The sixth dream belonged to Tang San and Sea God Tang San.
Tang San dreamed he had returned to the Tang Sect.
He stood in the outer sect's training ground, surrounded