บท 339: The Bronze Masked Man’s Trump Card.

While the bloody battle between the Shadowless Council and the Primordial Shura Gods continued, Ling Chen was struggling to maintain his awareness.

The process of the 2nd Life Transition was simply too painful and excruciating. One could only imagine the degree of misery of having one's internal organs continuously and slowly being ripped apart and shredded.

It was extremely agonizing and painful. It was the kinda pain that no real word could express, a pain that far surpassed a human's capability to endure.

Nonetheless, Ling Chen was enduring this kinda torment and torture without even letting out a painful sound. However, the expressions on his face proved otherwise.

His face was ghastly pale. One could tell he was in a great deal of pain and also at his limit. His chest, hands, legs, face, ears, and even pupils were now full of dark-colored channels that looked like demonic markings.