"How the hell am I supposed to get back?"
Liu Mang raged helplessly.
He soon realized getting back was the least of his worries.
What mattered was staying alive.
Without spiritual energy, he was like a fish on a chopping block, helpless against the lashing power of the Laws.
Liu Mang clenched his teeth and endured the agony without making a sound.
A crying child might get fed, but Nu Wa wasn't here. No matter how loudly he screamed, it wouldn't do him any good.
His mind raced as he searched for a way to save himself.
"Come on, stupid brain. Think!"
The chaotic power of the Laws lashed his body, raising red welts.
The power of the Laws burrowed through his skin and tore apart his flesh from within. If Liu Mang hadn't cultivated the Myriad Tribulation Undying Body, with its formidable physique and powers of recovery, he would already have been reduced to a pile of mush.
Unfortunately, without spiritual energy to activate the Myriad Tribulation Undying Body, all he could do was take the beating.
And this was only the beginning.
After ravaging his flesh, the power of the Laws began fighting over territory inside him.
The pain hit him. It was as bad as slamming a toe with an ingrown nail into a table corner, catching an oncoming basketball with all ten fingernails, and taking a blow from the fuel tank during an emergency stop at 120 miles an hour.
"Now I finally know why even Saints can die in Chaos without spiritual energy."
The pain alone was enough to drain every last bit of a person's strength.
Anyone else might have passed out from it long ago, let alone come up with a way to save themselves.
But Liu Mang was different. After all, he