Inside the Physical Body Trial Tower, an enormous canyon stretched before him like a ferocious beast with its bloody maw gaping wide, tightly enclosed on all sides by formations.
Only a long, narrow passage lay ahead, like a winding venomous snake flicking its scarlet tongue.
Wave after wave of bone-chilling yin wind blew in without end, like sharp little knives mercilessly slicing Ying Ming Hao's body.
He only had to endure three hours beneath this Bone-Scraping Yin Wind, which raged like vengeful ghosts, to clear the Physical Body Trial Tower.
Ying Ming Hao looked out and saw several burly men swaying like guttering candles in the wind. Their faces twisted in pain as they resisted the Bone-Scraping Yin Wind, as though suffering the torments of purgatory. Blood drenched their bodies, leaving them a pitiful sight.
Ying Ming Hao surveyed his surroundings, found a relatively favorable position, and sat down as firmly as a boulder. He drove his physical strength to its fullest, pitting the toughness of his body against the Bone-Scraping Yin Wind.
Here, any defense formed from spiritual energy or treasures was as flimsy as paper, unable to withstand a single blow. Only the unadulterated strength of one's own body could resist the onslaught of the Bone-Scraping Yin Wind.
As time passed, the yin wind in the narrow passage grew fiercer, like ten thousand arrows loosed at once. Ying Ming Hao felt as though sandpaper were grinding against his face, sending stabs of pain through him.
His clothes began to fall to tatters as well, like those of a prisoner undergoing death by a thousand cuts, exposing the wheat-colored muscles beneath.
Countless gusts of Bone-Scraping Yin Wind attacked like hungry wolves pouncing on prey, slicing flesh slowly with a dull blade and leaving fine wounds across Ying Ming