The Exalted Warrior novel Chapter 1979

This was a pitch-black world, and it made a person’s heart tingle. Everything around him was enveloped in darkness. Fane stretched out his hand and subconsciously groped around him, but there was nothing around him. It did, however, make him feel as if it was difficult to walk.

The space he was in was very different from the space outside, and the darkness in this place was also very much different compared to the darkness outside. If he compared the space outside like a clear spring in a stone pond, this area was like a pot of cooked porridge as it had an unspeakable stickiness to it.

He balled both his hands into fists, and it seemed like he had caught the space around him in his hands. This was the true center area of the Soul Hall, and it was also the place that could help him improve his training of martial skill.

In fact, he was able to recognize from what Noel said that it was not easy to train here. However, he did not back away and continued to walk two steps ahead. As he was about to walk forward again, the abrupt sound of gusts blowing over treetops subconsciously startled him.

Following that, another wave of wind came blowing toward him. This gust was different from the usual wind outside. It blew straight toward Fane, ignoring the skin and bones, blasting straight against his soul. The wind felt like sharp knives, and it was an unspeakable pain. It was so painful that Fane could not stand, causing him to kneel.

“Why is it so painful?” Fane subconsciously wailed. The strong wind continued to blow toward him, blasting right against his soul. It felt like a large ax was dealt against his soul.

This hurt several times more compared to the attack against Fane’s body. Fane had a higher pain endurance compared to common folk, but he still wailed out in pain. His breathing also slowed down. Was this what it meant by the second level of difficulty?

“You b*stard! You filthy, worthless *sshole! I’ve groomed you with so much care throughout the years, and you repay me by betraying me! You even killed me!”

“I’m sorry… Can you please let go of my child? You only hate me, but this has nothing to do with my child. My death would’ve paid for all my debts.”

The last words of the dead had been integrated into the souls. These words rang incessantly in Fane's ears as the souls transformed into soul-shockwaves that flurried toward Fane. The desire to stay alive and the fear of death continuously challenged Fane’s determination.