Although the two people above the sand dunes had not moved an inch, in the Space of Will, Chen Xiaolian had already suffered endless agony.
In the sensory realm of the Space of Will, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.
Lei Hu's fingers had brushed over Chen Xiaolian's body countless times, each swipe effortlessly slicing through Chen Xiaolian's skin, muscles, and down to his bones.
What followed was a pain far more intense than anything in the real world.
However, Chen Xiaolian had never died.
After all, this was a contest in the world of will, which did not affect the physical body in the real world. Every time his body was torn apart, Chen Xiaolian would instantly recover, only to watch Lei Hu destroy it into pieces once again.
But the pain of each death was real.
"Let me tell you the outcome," Lei Hu smiled. "The gap between your mental strength and mine is even greater than that of our physical strength. Your resistance is futile.