Mosquito Daoist fled for an entire month. During that time, he spawned countless Nameless, and those Nameless were ultimately controlled by the real Nameless, becoming Nameless Shells.
In the end, Mosquito Daoist was utterly exhausted. Overwhelmed by immense fear and uncertainty, he fainted and crashed heavily to the ground.
As a cultivator—and one whose strength had reached level 250—Mosquito Daoist naturally possessed no weak resolve. If Nameless had not placed too much pressure on him, and if False Nameless's attacks had not been so dangerous, he would not have fainted even if he had flown for ten thousand years or a hundred million years.
Yet after merely one month, he had already passed out. It was easy to imagine just how terrifying that month had been for him.
Nameless descended from the sky and glanced at the unconscious Mosquito Daoist. A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on his face. Did Mosquito Daoist really think it would end just because he had fainted?
There were still eleven months left!
This trial required them to stay here for a year. Mosquito Daoist was the only person Nameless could torture without feeling guilty. Unless he squeezed Mosquito Daoist dry, he would not let him off so easily.
Several hours later, Mosquito Daoist slowly woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, a whip lashed across his body.
"Mosquito Daoist, you slaughtered the living beings of more than ten worlds and drained their blood to cultivate demonic arts. Your crimes are unforgivable. According to the laws of the All-Heavens Council, you should be sentenced to death.
"However, although I am the chairman of the All-Heavens Council, I am not the chief judge of the Judgment Tribunal, so killing you here would violate the rules. Now confess honestly. What other crimes have you committed?" Nameless sat