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Li Hao had, in an instant, swung hundreds of fists, striking the tentacles of the Demon Saint.

His body seemed shattered, his flesh torn by the resonating force of the tentacles that exceeded his tolerance.

Had not his body been nearly as tough as a nine-fold Divine Weapon and he not been in a Divine Power State, just the sweeping of the tentacles would have disintegrated him instantly.

Inside the huge maw, which seemed like a bottomless abyss, Li Hao had fallen for a long while before crashing into a dark, sticky place with no visible end.

His entire body's flesh burst open, with only tendons wrapped around his bones like a skeletal corpse awaiting death, lying in this abyss.

The giant mouth closed, taking the last sliver of light and sealing it away.

But just a few seconds later, suddenly, Li Hao felt that his body was still rapidly falling.

No, to be precise, it was the body of the Demon Saint that was plummeting.

He felt a sensation of weightlessness as if his body was floating up, but soon, the descent ended, and he crashed heavily into the sticky mass.

Then, shaking noises seemed to come from all around him, followed by large drops of liquid falling.

Had he fallen to the bottom of the abyss?

Li Hao thought, now devoid of anger, left only with an indescribable calm.

More and more fluid surged in, landing on his battered body, Li Hao felt his flesh burning, stinging intensely.

Was this how he was to be digested?

A slight twist formed on Li Hao's mouth as he stared into the pitch dark where not even his hand could be seen, and suddenly felt the absurdity of his journey to this world, as if it was an unnecessary venture.

Was he here just to suffer?

Regrettably, he had not yet said goodbye to Elder Feng.

Qianqian's swordsmanship hadn't been properly taught either.

Yuan Zhao, that boy, without his parents and without Li Hao's presence, wouldn't he be bullied by others?

Thoughts fluttered through his mind.

But the burning pain across his body grew more intense.

Abruptly, it seemed a large piece of soft flesh fell from above, accompanied by liquid splashing onto his body.

Then, the surroundings violently shook, like the sky collapsing, with large chunks of soft flesh and hard bones raining down on him.

A large volume of foul-smelling liquid splashed around, resembling blood, enveloping Li Hao.

Li Hao was submerged in the blood, nearly choked.

The blood carried fierce corrosive power, Li Hao felt as if he was in boiling water, endless burning and pain tearing through him.

His flesh was ripped away, but his skeleton resisted and protected his consciousness and Divine Soul.

In this torture-like excruciating pain, Li Hao looked around and shockingly discovered that the Demon Saint that had swallowed him... seemed to have died?

The petals of the towering Blood Lotus fell powerlessly, breaking off and slamming into the Blood Sea to create waves hundreds of feet high.

The waves, like surging tides, overwhelmed him again and pushed him to the bottom of the Blood Lake.

Li Hao desperately swam upwards; as soon as he emerged, he saw other Demon Saints' rotting limbs falling, no longer having their prior softness and destructive force.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Li Hao drifted in the blood tide, his bones also eroded by the blood.

The Demon Saint was dead?

Li Hao looked at the collapsing giant body of the Demon Saint in disbelief.

Suddenly, a flash crossed his mind, and he widened his eyes.

Could it be... that the desperate punches he had thrown at the tentacles inadvertently triggered a 1% lethal property?!

Li Hao was shocked by this thought.

The Demon Saint... had been killed by him?!

He was bewildered, but at this point, he couldn't care about the reason. His heart, previously dark and hopeless, now surged with a potent desire for survival.

He struggled in the Blood Sea, trying to rise, but even though the body of the Demon Saint was disintegrating, the Power of Laws still lingered, preventing him from mobilizing his Qi Force, so he couldn't unleash his power.

He could only rely on his physical body to swim in the Blood Lake.

However, the fresh blood of the Demon Saint seemed to carry a strong corrosive power; more and more of his flesh fell off, and places where his bones were exposed were also scorched and worn away. His body, comparable to a nine-fold Divine Weapon, was nearly dissolving.