Neverending misery and having his immortal spirit chewed by the Spirits of the Universe were wearing down Wu Yu mentally.

Now, he was just relying on his yearning for Luo Pin and his other friends to keep his will to persevere.

The chewing and gnashing of the heavenly devils was getting more and more intense, showing no signs of slowing. Wu Yu was no longer able to tell how long he had been in the Heavenly Devil Battlefield.

In the elusive space without a sense of direction, the concept of time blurred. Even though Wu Yu had mastered the chronowarp heavenly rule, it didn't help at all.

His will was slowing wearing down as he struggled. Unknown years had passed and all he felt was the millions of relentless chomping on his immortal spirit every moment. The pain was unimaginable. 

The agony of his immortal spirit tearing caused his soul to suffer endless torture. In fact, he had thought of giving up on multiple occasions.

However, each time he recalled there were many others who were waiting for his return, he held on. Yet, his willpower was no longer...