Sure enough, just as Chen Mu had said earlier, when it came to being twisted, nothing could beat the system!
Ten-thousandfold torment wasn't enough. It even used Ye Feng to farm thousandfold rebates, squeezing him for everything he was worth!
"No! Stop healing! Stop! Enough! Stop!!"
This was clearly the ability he had dreamed of, yet now that Chen Mu had "bestowed" it upon him, it brought Ye Feng not joy, but endless despair.
Watching his limbs restore themselves to their original condition yet again, Ye Feng felt despair completely fill his heart, his mind, his entire being.
"One last time. If you can endure it without making a sound, perhaps I'll consider letting you die quickly."
Chen Mu knew full well that the ultimate torment was to give someone hope first, then mercilessly destroy it!
"Keep your word!" Ye Feng clenched his teeth, ready to die rather than open his mouth. He bit down so hard that he could already feel fragments of his teeth.
They watched as Ye Feng, once so insufferably arrogant within the Primordial God Clan, was reduced to this pitiful state.
Unable to live, unable to die.
"..."
The elders were filled with conflicting emotions.
They didn't know how to put them into words.
They couldn't understand how the Lower Realm had produced a monster like Chen Mu, or how that strangely shaped Divine Artifact, with its earth-shattering power, had come into existence.
Was it a product of the changes in spiritual qi?
Questions arose one after another, but none received an answer.
Chen Mu had no time to explain much to them. Holding the Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle in one hand, he pressed its muzzle against Ye Feng's left thigh.
Then he pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. The pain was so