The power of the Soul-Piercing Nail was far more terrifying than imagined.
Even though only a short half-day had passed, the blood vessels across his body had ruptured in numerous places, leaving him covered in dense wounds. If not for his sheer willpower, he likely would have lost his life long ago.
Lying on the ground, he stared coldly up at the sky, repeatedly attempting to force open the barrier that had sealed his meridians. Every single attempt made his Divine Sense feel as though it were being tortured all over again—it felt like knives slicing into his flesh, bringing an unbearable, excruciating pain.
Chapter 405