Fuck!
Just as Ye Wudao cursed aloud, his body instantly vanished from where he was.
"Where is this?" Ye Wudao looked up, finding himself in a giant white room, empty and echoing.
"The eighth level embodies the gravity space. Hell mode activated, engaging a hundredfold gravity!" An icy voice rang out, and before Ye Wudao could react, the terrifying hundredfold gravity instantly pressed down upon him.
"Ah!" Ye Wudao's face showed an expression of agony, his legs immediately bending with a crackling sound, the immense gravity capable of crushing anything, including the tiniest speck of dust.
Pain!
So much pain!
Ye Wudao kneeled on one knee, feeling as if the entire Mount Tai was pressing down on him, his joints continuously making popping sounds, his body seemingly about to be crushed into a pulp.
"Damn it, this hundredfold gravity is too horrifying!" Ye Wudao's complexion was deathly pale.
