When pain gathers and reaches its peak, what will erge?
It is struggle.
Struggle against the heavens! Struggle against fate! Struggle against all established facts, forgetting life and death to fight!
People may decay in comfort and peace, but they will never remain indifferent in pain and despair!
Pain is the lant of the soul and body, and no one can be indifferent to it.
The purpose of pain’s existence is to awaken people! Do not sit and wait for death!
As for those like the King of Suffering, who feed on the pain of others and take pleasure in extracting pain through their tornt, they are destined never to understand the power rooted in pain.
When endless pain gathered in Lette’s hands, a different kind of energy coalesced.
Its ergence carried a montum of toppling everything!
As Lette grabbed it, this power finally took on its own form.
It transford into a large flag, its simple flag fluttering with a fierce sound in the wind.
"Where there is oppression, there is resistance! You have bestowed so much pain on the multitude of the Mortal World, today this debt must be repaid!"
Lette reached out and grasped the Flag of Struggle, shaking the flagpole, the flag wrapped around it and transford into a long spear!
"Have you heard the story of rising with spear in hand?
Forget it, why am I even discussing so much with an otherworldly barbarian like you?
All you need to do next is to pay the price for what you have done.
You like pain, right?"
Before the words had fallen, Lette had already turned into a shadow, rushing towards the Pain Demon King.
As top-level combat power among the Demon Gods, the Suffering Demon naturally did not plan to sit and await death.
He drew a tal whip full of blades from his waist and lashed it fiercely towards Lette.
This is his Demon God Weapon, the Suffering Whip!
Once struck by this thing, the wound will remain in a state of soul-deep extre pain that cannot be healed by any ans.
If struck repeatedly, the victim is highly likely to fall into a vortex of pain, becoming a slave and toy of the Suffering Demon, tortured by pain for all eternity!
This Demon God Weapon had already been refined and enhanced to its utmost by the Suffering Demon, and even a strongman of Conceptual level could not withstand its lash.
Not to ntion, after joining the Gate of Truth, becoming a Truth Apostle and gaining the blessing of Truth, his power had reached a new height, and his conceptual status was even higher.
Generally, this is a rather insurmountable negative attack, and the best choice when facing it is to dodge.
However, Lette had no intention of dodging at all; instead, he reached out and grabbed the Suffering Whip, wrapping it several tis around his arm.
It was the first ti the King of Suffering had encountered such a bold enemy, leaving him montarily dumbfounded.
"You! How could you?!"
He could clearly feel that his concept of pain power had not inflicted harm on Lette!
They had definitely been effective, but for so reason, Lette was undeterred!
"Perplexed?"
Lette stepped on the Suffering Whip, increasing the force of his grip on the whip with his hand.
"Because my pain! Surpasses yours!!!"
Thud!
Accompanied by Lette’s roar, the Suffering Whip was torn apart like a rag!
The Demon God Weapon of the King of Suffering was destroyed, and with a shudder, his mouth and nose overflowed with blood.
His Divine Foundation and Divine Soul were damaged, but it was his heart that was truly wounded.
The Suffering Demon looked at Lette in fear, his face filled with horror.
"Your pain is too cheap, too inferior, too barren."
Lette disdainfully tossed the half-whip aside, lifting the long spear and charging again, piercing the chest of the dazed King of Suffering.
With his body lifted by the spear, the Suffering Demon felt an ocean-like tidal wave of pain rushing in, overwhelming him with despair, completely burying him!
"Impossible! I... I am the Suffering Demon, it’s impossible... no one knows! Suffering better than !"
Lette saw that the opponent still would not give in until seeing the coffin, so he kicked him flying with a single kick.
The latter crashed heavily into the Suffering Imperial City, toppling countless buildings.
"Impossible! I am pain! I am the source of pain!"
The Suffering Demon was near madness, compared to failure, the fact that his life-long Law, Rule, and even Concept were defeated head-on was a denial of his existence!
Lette descended slowly from the sky, with disdain in his eyes.
"Since you are the source of pain, why beco an apostle of Truth? Since you are pain itself, why do you still need the Gate of Truth to tell you what pain is?"
Lette’s voice was light, but to the Suffering Demon’s ears, it was like a thousand-kilogram mountain, weighing him down till he could barely breathe.
"Stealing soone else’s answers and still dare to say you love learning?
Your shalessness truly resembles those clowns who take money for evaluations while claiming to be independent evaluators.
You’ve been sponsored by the Gate of Truth, and you talk to about independent personality?
You don’t even possess an independent personality, so on what grounds do you claim to be the source of pain? And how can you even talk about pain itself?"
Lette talked as he walked, the long spear transford by the flag in his hand, was pointed at the Suffering Demon’s throat.
"You treat pain as food, as a bridge, as a ladder for ascendancy.
You think you’re above pain, the master of pain, the beneficiary of pain.
But have you tasted all pain? Felt all pain?
You, demon nad pain.
Have you ever revered pain?"
The King of Suffering stared blankly at Lette, wanting to retort, but not a single word could co out.
Lette’s words, one after another, completely shattered his conviction.
At this mont, even though he was a Conceptual level strongman, he began to fundantally question the path he had walked.
The collapse of the Divine Foundation was nearing its end, his wavering Divinity had beco irreversible, and the cracks in his Divine status were evident with frequent breaking sounds.
The demon of pain was slowly self-destructing.
Lette didn’t even bother to give him the final blow, just quietly watching him shatter into countless pieces.
The dignified Suffering Demon King, once a mber of the strongest echelon in the Demon Realm, now completely dissipated in his own Imperial City Temple by the Nether Beach in the Netherworld.
The surging energy centered on the Suffering King City was about to spill in all directions.
But at this mont, a powerful suction erged from behind the Imperial City.
The remaining power of the Pain Demon King was unexpectedly absorbed into a huge tallic box by Xuan’er, even the war banner in Lette’s hand was not spared.
Lette frowned and hurriedly followed the energy flow to the front of the tal giant box.
"Hmm, this turns out to be the power of Desecration? Could it be that this is the entrance to the Desecrated Temple guarded by the King of Suffering?"
Just as Lette was about to find a way to enter, several strong energy fluctuations suddenly approached from all directions.
Lette sneered: "Seeing the Suffering Demon die, you finally decided to act?
Co on, co on! All of you, co on!
Today I will sweep you all away!
The Netherworld doesn’t need the Gate of Truth!"
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