That Laughter….
Translator: DeathBlade
The ground quaked, and the gray color had faded by ten percent!
Up in midair, the four Northern Reaches Dao Seeking experts were in the midst of magical combat with Patriarch Song and the others. When they saw the color changing down below, they were astonished.
"Ten percent!"
"Dammit! How could he be so inhuman? He used his own body as the vessel to absorb ten percent of the curse power!!"
Meng Hao trembled as the curse power filled him. His flesh and blood constantly withered, and his Eternal stratum continuously restored him. Within a brief span, this cycle had already been repeated innumerable times.
It was an even more brutal sight than what had occurred when Meng Hao stood outside the Blood Demon Sect's shield while fighting the four allied powers.