"That's not real pain... it's false... it has no real meaning!!"
Mo suddenly clutched his head.
The crazed being surprisingly understood the essence of the Death Challenge in an instant.
"Skin torn... head bleeding... full of holes..."
"Anything is fine... but I don't want a false pain... I want to taste real pain! Ohhhhhh!!"
Ye Hanjun slightly raised his eyebrow with a touch of surprise.
Doomsday Messenger... resisting the Death Challenge like this?
In its eyes, all the pain it felt through its avatar were all false, devoid of any actual meaning?
Could it be that what it needed was not "mental satisfaction," but "physical satisfaction," as simple and pure as that?
After thinking for a moment, Ye Hanjun bit his right index finger.
As blood flowed out, he bent down and started drawing in the void.
The Darkest Abyss appeared once again.
The darkness that seemingly devours all colors could not erase his blood.