"Boom!"
Shi Zhao felt an unimaginable pressure descend upon her. Her entire spine bent downward, on the verge of snapping.
She unleashed every Precious Technique and divine ability she possessed, even activating the Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Art as she fought desperately. Having come this far, how could she let anything go wrong?
She absolutely would not abandon that utterly mysterious scrap of cloth. She had to take it with her.
On the altar, the radiant light and chaos qi pressed toward her, forming a cage before transforming into two enormous millstones that threatened to grind her to pieces between them.
"Hmph! You want to refine me? Not a chance! Break!"
Shi Zhao felt no fear and began fighting back with all her strength. She believed that since the Wall of Gods and Demons was a trial ground left for later generations, it could not possibly leave challengers without a path to survival.
"Boom-!!"
All manner of terrifying powers surged forth. Even she could barely withstand them. Her flesh collapsed, nearly turning into a puddle of bloody pulp. This was practically tormenting someone to death.
By the end, she even began to wonder whether someone had secretly tampered with this place.
Or perhaps its original builder had gone utterly mad, deciding there was no hope for the future and simply setting the difficulty with their eyes closed, never intending for anyone to pass.
Shi Zhao felt as though each day lasted a year. Even with her dazzling talent, she found the excruciating pain almost unbearable. After her flesh was nearly destroyed, swords of law actually began slashing at her Primordial Spirit.
"I @#￥%..."
She wanted to curse. Just which bastard had devised this trial? It was sheer torture. One misstep would mean the destruction of both body and soul.