Under the intense pressure, Han Wu’s entire body compressed, sweat pouring from his taut muscles. His consciousness wavered, and he could faint at any moment under the strain on his soul. Still, he endured. His instincts told him that something good would happen if he persisted.0

He stood motionless for ten entire minutes before sensing a gradual improvement. He was slowly adapting to the new environment, and his soul was much brighter now. A pool of sweat had already formed beneath him. A bitter smile touched his lips, as this was the first time he had been reduced to such a disheveled state since becoming a God.0

Han Wu slowly raised his arm and used one of Life’s Skills...0