"Shrrk!..."
"Ugh..."
The instant his foot touched the ground, Xu Taiping frowned.
The sharp blades on the ground mercilessly pierced his foot.
In an instant, the flesh of Xu Taiping's foot split and curled back, and crimson blood trickled down the blades.
An intense pain churned unchecked through Xu Taiping's mind, wave after wave, without end.
"So... that's how it works..."
Lowering his head to look at the blade piercing his foot and the scorching lava on the ground roasting it with a sizzling hiss, Xu Taiping moved his lips and murmured with great difficulty.
After his earlier attempts, he had now discerned the Ghost Lord's Ghost Power.
"You use the power of Word-Follows-Law to create a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, then turn my body into that of a mortal, so I cannot use my own Divine Soul and True Essence to withstand this pain."
"Whether it is this mountain of blades and sea of fire or the pain I feel now, all of it is real."
"Because it is real, it cannot be broken so easily..."
"This... this is the greatest difference between your Word-Follows-Law Ghost Power and... and ordinary illusions, but... no art in this world... can be without a flaw."
Xu Taiping raised his head toward the Ghost Lord and murmured as though speaking to himself.
As he spoke, he slowly began adjusting his stance, forcing the foot pierced by the blade to bear his weight steadily.
Then, enduring the excruciating pain from that foot, he slowly lifted the other.
"Oh? What flaw? Do tell."
The Ghost Lord folded his arms across his chest and looked at Xu Taiping with smiling eyes.
Xu Taiping did not look up at the Ghost Lord. He continued struggling to lift his other foot, and only after