What shocked Wang Shi most was that the other's hand had actually pierced his stone body.
His body had undergone countless years of tempering and been baptized by the Great Dao.
Even ordinary Saints could not harm it.
Even a Great Dao-level Saint would have found it far from easy to hurt him.
Yet that only made the other's ability to injure him all the more astonishing.
What exactly was this thing? How could he be so powerful?
"Who exactly are you?"
Wang Shi looked at Houtu beside him, an apologetic expression crossing his face.
He realized they had truly encountered an existence they could scarcely resist.
This fellow's strength far exceeded anything he had imagined.
The terrifying combat power the other possessed was something neither of them had ever had.
Houtu merely smiled faintly.
"What is there to fear? At worst, we die. When have people like us ever feared death?"
Wang Shi and Houtu's nonchalant tone made the World Spirit deeply uncomfortable.
It was bad enough that these two dared to resist him, but now they were actually ignoring him? This was an outright challenge to his authority.
"Good. Very good. You're ignoring me. Excellent."
"Actually, I've developed quite a knack for studying torture, especially when it comes to souls. I've dismantled countless people's souls. I know souls like the back of my hand."
The days that followed were exceedingly difficult.
Every minute and every second felt like torture to Wang Shi. This lunatic kept carving something into his soul, leaving him in the agony of having his soul torn apart at every moment.
Whenever he was dissatisfied, he would alter it at any time, reshaping it into the ideal form he wanted.
Now Wang Shi truly understood what it meant to live a life worse than death.