Shi Hao no longer had the time to escape from the Elemental Cave.
He felt as if every inch of his skin was about to split open, every vein about to explode; even his bones were creaking and cracking.
Left with no choice, Shi Hao, while still possessing a shred of conscious control, hurriedly entered the Immortal Abode.
Then, the terrible pain intensified.
What he had felt before was certainly not an illusion—his skin was indeed splitting open, his veins were bursting, and his bones were shattering.
It was unbearable, excruciatingly so.
This was death!
Indeed, had it been anyone else, even with a cultivation ten times stronger, they would have only been waiting to die.
Shi Hao was no exception; his martial arts talents could not cure illness.
He wanted to grit his teeth, but his teeth were also shattering, his jaw broken; he could not even perform such an action.
Boundless agony struck him, making him wish to just die, to sense nothing at all.
