835 Puking

Tang Wulin would rather learn how to fly a plane or absorb destructive energy. He was even willing to face the firepower of the entire Northsea Army Corps. He would rather go through all that than to endure such immense suffering in his present wide awake state.

It was no exaggeration what Old Demon Devour said. What Tang Wulin felt right now was both mental and physical torture.

Each time Tang Wulin began to lose his consciousness, he would feel his sea of spirit stimulated, and he would wake up instantly. At that moment, he could feel the contents of his mouth acutely.

The sensation was too disgusting to put into words. He just wanted to die there and then.

Twenty-four hours went by. Old Demon Devour smacked Tang Wulin's head to knock him unconscious.

As he looked at Tang Wulin lying on the ground, two figures appeared beside him. They were Nightmare and Blight.