The Meaning of One-Sixth!

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At that moment, Er Dongsheng still had no idea that others had discovered his purchase of Soul-Nourishing Wood.

Even if he had known, he had no attention to spare for it.

Because—

Right now, he lay inside a Magic Array filled with blood, enduring agony.

Yes, agony. Unbearable agony.

He had braced himself for pain before entering the Magic Array, but no amount of preparation could keep it from tormenting him nearly to death.

Even his steadfast Martial Dao Will trembled.

His soul seemed on the verge of shattering.

"Demon Warlocks are a bunch of freaks! Making a duplicate is bloody and cruel to everyone else, and it hurts them like hell too. They must all be masochists!" The Magic Array held Er Dongsheng fast beneath the blood. Veins bulged around his eyes, and all he could do was curse.

The pain was like being plunged into boiling oil.

He couldn't move his body. He couldn't even struggle!

It was like descending through all eighteen levels of Hell.

But—

This was only the beginning.

A strange black radiance rippled through the Magic Array. Then something utterly at odds with the blood appeared in the Blood Pool.

Countless white filaments burst forth like thousands of tentacles. Some connected to the jellylike Soul-Nourishing Wood, while others slowly pierced into Er Dongsheng's body.

They wriggled into his flesh like worms!

"Ah!" The corners of his eyes