Hell Path sneered, threw the booklet in front of Li Changzhou, and the words on it, written in black and white, were exactly as Hell Path had said.

"Hell is my hell, the Holy Master's hell. Who do you think you are? Strike me down!"

The voice of the Hell Realm was like thunder, each word carrying an imposing aura without anger.

The yakshas and demons grinned maliciously. These people had suffered in hell before and were imprisoned for life in the eighteenth level of hell. They gradually developed a liking for watching others be tortured.

They pressed down on Li Changzhou, leading him to the first level of hell.

The first level is the Hell of Tongue-Pulling. Anyone who, in life, sows discord, slanders and harms others, is glib-tongued, uses clever words to argue, or lies and deceives others will be sent to the Hell of Tongue-Pulling after death.

Before meeting Yang Qinglan, Li Changzhou liked to manipulate people's mentality when playing games, but he never sowed discord or made any comments or slanders online.

According to the laws of nature, even if one were to enter hell, it would not be this level of hell, but rather the hell of the hell realm, the hell of the Holy Master.

"Brother!" Li Qianxia called out.

Everyone in the entire Deer Ear Gate was gazing at the hellish scene of rolling black clouds in the sky.

"Lord Guo, could it be that the Immortal Master has been punished by Heaven for helping us?" Yang Chaodong asked, his face filled with fear and helplessness.

What he saw and heard in the past two days overturned his entire worldview.

"No way!" Zheng Chenggong pressed his hand firmly against the gunwale, his knuckles turning white. "If Heaven truly has eyes, it will never help the Dutch!"

Heaven won't grant that; only black cards, destined to be eliminated by history but given a glimmer of hope, will.

The Hell of Tongue-Pulling: An invisible force pried open Li Changzhou's mouth.

Pain! Excruciating pain!

Burning your hand with fire is nothing compared to this!

Overturning rivers and seas!

The entire abdomen shrank back in, and the intestines were pulled out.

Hmm!

Li Changzhou couldn't help but roar, like a wild beast.

But with his tongue pulled out, he could only sob and wail.

This counts as one punishment.

"Hahaha! Hehehe!" The yakshas and demons sneered; they had tasted this kind of suffering and knew what it was like.

Doing it myself now is incredibly painful, and I wish I could make everyone in the world suffer like this!

"Brother!" Li Qianxia broke free from Yang Qinglan's hand, her whole body radiating golden light, as if cast from gold, about to transform into the [Great Roc Body] and ascend to the heavens to rescue her brother from hell.

“Continue.” Hell Path said expressionlessly, “Scissors Hell, cut off his ten fingers.”

Li Changzhou, panting heavily, raised his head.

"Hahaha!" he laughed loudly, "Good, good, continue!"

Li Qianxia was pulled back by Yang Qinglan again.

She didn't have time to use auditory illusions, and whispered, "You don't believe me, but don't you believe your brother? He didn't even use magic just now, he only used his physical strength."

With his internal organs regrown and his tongue intact, Li Changzhou clearly felt that the dam that had been holding back the final step of physical enhancement was being breached by the flood of pain and recovery.

We are one step closer to the third physical enhancement.

Just as he had guessed!

The punishments of the eighteen levels of hell are comprehensive, leaving no room for the body, and taking care of every part of it.

He had this idea after hearing about the eighteen levels of hell from Yaochi!

As for pain... what is pain? The greatest pain in the world is to suffer without gaining anything, to work hard without seeing any reward.

Li Changzhou was very much looking forward to it.