Chapter 288: Not Afraid of Death, Afraid of Torture? Ah! Please, Stop!

Stefan Zimmerman felt as if his body had been packed to the brim with explosive strength. Before this, if one punch could badly injure a Half-Saint Realm, then one punch could outright erase a Half-Saint Realm. Light drifted through every inch of him, between bone and sinew, through his organs and flesh. It swirled in a hazy glow, dazzling and holy, as if something sacred had awakened inside his body. The Spiritual Energy stored in his Sea of Energy had already been completely drained. Yet the...