However, after taking just a few steps, an awl-like sharp pain instantly came from his rear end. This pain surged in wave after wave, relentlessly battering his nervous defenses. Yu Xiaogang bit his lip, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolling down his forehead, yet he clenched his teeth and inched forward at an agonizingly slow pace.
A mere distance of ten meters felt to Yu Xiaogang like a thousand miles. Every movement of his body brought a heart-wrenching pain that nearly caused him to faint. Sweat had long since soaked his clothes, and his face had turned as pale as paper from the excessive agony.
Finally, after a long and grueling effort, Yu Xiaogang reached the dog-hole. Gazing at the narrow, dark opening before him, his emotions were exceptionally complicated. Uncontrollably, scenes of his past glory as a proud spirit master flashed through his mind, and comparing that to his current wretched state, his heart was filled with struggle and hesitation.
Chapter 271