C71 (1/2)

Within the dreamscape space.

At this point, the temperature on the surface had already risen to 100 degrees Celsius. If the water was inside, it would have already started boiling. What kind of damage would be caused by so much heat entering a person's body?

”AHH ~”

Several hundred martial artists were rolling on the ground in pain, their skin completely red. Soon, these martial artists' screams had stopped, and their bodies suddenly disappeared from the illusion space.

Surprisingly, Wang Ba, the hedonistic young master, was actually able to hold on here, jumping up and down on the ground, running around like a monkey.

”Motherf * cker, I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Ah, I can't take it anymore!”

Wang Ba screamed out continuously. The countless scalding wounds all over his body had been torn off, revealing his bright red flesh. His expression was ferocious as his body swayed left and right like a sieve of chaff.

”Haha, bastard! You can't hold on any longer! If you can't hold on any longer, hang on! Lie down and don't try to be courteous with Young Master Dong! Why don't you just admit it? Stop holding on like this!”

Pu Dong continued to stamp his feet not too far away from Wang Ba, grimacing in pain. Seeing Wang Ba act this way, he grinned as he laughed out loud.

His face was as red as a monkey's butt, and his head was dizzy. He was on the verge of losing his consciousness, but how could he be willing to lose to a playboy like Wang Ba? For the first time, he had surpassed his limits, and he had clenched his teeth and endured until now.

”Scram, your mother, ah! How could Big Bro Ba be worse than you! ”AHH!” Bao-ge dug up your family's ancient grave, ah! ”Ahhh!”

Wang Ba was infuriated. However, he was in so much pain that he couldn't take it anymore. As he cursed, he cried out miserably.

Suddenly, a trace of abnormal redness appeared on his face. Wang Ba rolled his eyes and fell straight down. He could only hear him mumbling to himself as he fell.

”He has stood his ground for so long …” ”Father shouldn't beat me up anymore, right …”

”Hahaha, bastard! The young master Dong is stronger than you, right …”

Pu Dong bared his fangs and brandished his claws as he laughed heartily. Then, his eyelids flipped as he fell down as well, and his figure instantly disappeared.

Four incense sticks of time had already passed, and there were very few people left in the illusionary space. With just a glance, it could be counted on one hand.

The temperature was still rising. It had exceeded 100 degrees Celsius, and now it was approaching 120 degrees Celsius!