333: An endless cycle of suffering!

Just like that, the body of the Lord of Curses was subjected to Chen Nian's storm-like torture.

It was constantly shattered, torn, and deformed... a sight too gruesome to behold!

However, the strange thing was...

Whenever His body suffered heavy damage and was on the verge of complete collapse,

the power of the World-Ending Curse Seal and the Authority of Curse and Resentment would surge on their own.

They frantically drew in the lingering resentment and negative energy from the surroundings,

repairing His injuries at an astonishing speed.

Severed limbs regrew, wounds healed, and the collapsed chest swelled back up... over and over again.

This formed an extremely terrifying scene.

The Lord of Curses was being brutally dismembered and destroyed repeatedly,

while simultaneously being constantly regenerated and restored by the power of His Authority.

He endured an endless, wave-after-wave of extreme pain.

Yet He simply could not die completely, forced to undergo this cycle in a Reincarnation of torture akin to Avici Hell.

Unable to live, yet unable to die!

A true, endless Reincarnation of pain!

"Ahhh—!!! Kill me... just kill me!!!"

The Lord of Curses' wails were now laced with sobbing, His crimson eyes filled with breakdown and despair:

"I am willing to submit... willing to sign a Soul contract... willing to offer everything..."

"I only seek death... I only seek death!!!"

He completely abandoned all dignity and pride, like a dying stray dog, humbly begging for an end.

However, Chen Nian remained unmoved.

He even began to employ more methods.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!!!!"

Blood-colored Silk Threads materialized out of thin air.

Like the finest scalpels, they sliced off pieces of the Lord of Curses' newly regenerated flesh one by one, yet deliberately avoided His vital points and energy core.

"Boom—!!!"

The green Nether Shock accurately blasted His body and limbs, shattering His bones and energy connection points, yet the power was controlled so as not to damage His foundation.

"Rumble—!!!"

Purple heavenly lightning lashed His torso like a whip, leaving charred marks and causing His entire body to convulse, His Soul trembling in agony.

"Boom, boom, boom—!!!"

The dark-red Heaven-Burning Flame were like maggots on a bone.

They coiled around His body, constantly burning His new flesh and energy, bringing a continuous, searing pain.

The Lord of Curses felt as if He had fallen into Avici Hell, enduring the collection of every extreme punishment in the world!

His screams had become so hoarse they no longer sounded human.

The repair speed of His body even began to fall behind the speed of its destruction.

But the power of His Authority continued to operate tenaciously, keeping Him conscious and allowing Him to clearly feel every second of extreme pain!

"Roar—!!!!!"

Finally, Chen Nian even released the Soul-Capturing Dragon Roar!

That terrifying sonic wave that directly struck the Soul's Origin

was like an invisible sledgehammer, smashing ruthlessly into the depths of the Lord of Curses' consciousness!

Even with the Authority of Curse and Resentment protecting His Soul, He was still shaken to the point of wishing He were dead.

Dark purple energy leaked from His eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and His Soul felt as if it were being torn apart!

"Ugh, ahhh—!!!!"

"Lord... Lord, have mercy... this lowly one knows his mistake..."

"This lowly one would never dare again... I beg for Your Lordship's mercy... just give this lowly one a quick end!!!"

The Lord of Curses had completely broken down.

He no longer referred to Himself as "This Seat," but instead humbly called Himself "this lowly one."

He no longer mentioned the glory of the Abyss, nor did He threaten retaliation.

He simply pleaded like the lowest of slaves, tears and snot flowing as He begged for a swift death.

In those crimson eyes, not a shred of majesty or malice remained.

Only endless fear, pain, and a completely crushed will were left.

He looked exactly like a broken, mentally collapsed wretch.

Seeing this, the Human Allied Forces above the crater were so shocked they were speechless.

They stared blankly at the purgatory-like scene at the bottom of the pit.

They stared at the Lord of Curses, who was being tortured at will and wailing for mercy.

They stared at that figure who remained calm, even carrying a hint of a playful smile... an extreme silence enveloped everyone.

After a long time, someone finally spoke with a trembling voice:

"Special Commissioner Chen's methods... are indeed as the rumors say: sharp, hard, and utterly ruthless!"

"It's too terrifying... that Lord of Curses is actually being tortured like a dead dog..."

"Senior Chen... truly is like a god or a demon... only today do I know... what is meant by the unpredictability of heavenly might."

"Regardless, the evil god has been subdued and the world is cleansed; this is a great blessing for the Human Race!"

The crowd discussed fervently, their voices filled with indescribably complex emotions.

There was extreme shock at Chen Nian's strength and palpitations from his cruel methods.

But more than that, there was the excitement of the evil god being subdued and the prosperity of the Human Race.

Meanwhile, the surviving army of Demonic Evils in the distance

was now scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, collapsing to the ground one by one, without even the strength to run away.

"The Lord... the Lord actually..."

"That devil... he's not human at all... he's an existence more terrifying than a Hell Asura..."

"We're finished... we're completely finished..."

The Demonic Evils wailed, scrambling and crawling as they tried to flee.

But their legs felt as heavy as lead, and they couldn't even take a step.

Extreme fear had completely destroyed their ability to act.

At the bottom of the pit,

Chen Nian finally stopped his hand.

He lightly flicked away non-existent bloodstains from his hand.

Then, he raised his foot again and stepped on the Lord of Curses' battered head, which was still slowly regenerating.

"Now, can we talk properly?"

His voice was still calm.

It was as if the cruel torture that had lasted for several minutes just now was merely a boring game.

The Lord of Curses' mangled body jerked violently.

In those dim, bloody eyes, a light of hope erupted, as if He were grasping at a life-saving straw.

Like a drowning person, He nodded frantically, His voice hoarse and urgent:

"Yes... I can! This lowly one... this lowly one will say everything!"

"Whatever Your Lordship asks... this lowly one will answer! I wouldn't dare utter a single lie!"

Chen Nian nodded in satisfaction, the pressure from his foot relaxing slightly:

"Very good, it seems your way of thinking has shifted."

"Since that's the case, there's no need to ask."

"Right now, open a passage directly to the Gloomy Abyss for me."

"I want to pay a visit to those colleagues of yours."

"How about it?"