Jiang Xiaobai was truly desperate. Since he had been absorbed by the heavenly dao grindstone, he had been enduring unimaginable pain.
It hurt so much!
Those heavenly dao chains pierced through his body, tightly bound him, and the power of the laws within them was being infused insanely.
Those two old bastards who had left the trial hadn't considered for a second whether he, Jiang Xiaobai, could withstand it—they did it all for their own pleasure!
Jiang Xiaobai had long since cursed their ancestors for eight generations in his heart!
"Son of a bitch, couldn't you have considered whether others could pass the trial when designing it? How is this different from planning that damned sheep game?"
"Up to now, I've only withstood over two hundred heavenly dao chains, and there are almost two hundred left. I'm going to die!"
Bound by the heavenly dao chains, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't see anything; he could only feel the boundless pain on his body.