"Ah!" Ye Tian let out a heart-wrenching scream, his face twisted in agony, veins on his forehead bulging, his teeth chattering nonstop.
The pain was so fierce it was unbearable.
Even Ye Tian, tough as nails, couldn't help but feel like he was dying, without any hesitation, he took out the Dragon-whisker Needle and decisively sealed off several of the painful meridians.
But this was of no use, in the face of the overwhelming pain, it was like trying to extinguish a fire with a cup of water, totally ineffective in providing relief.
"Ah!" Ye Tian writhed on the ground in pain, his iron fists repeatedly striking the concrete, shattering the ground with each hit.
This kind of pain was not something humans could endure; it had long surpassed the limits of what the human body could handle.
"King of Hell, I will kill you! Kill! Kill!"