Shen Han began to mobilize the power of his own laws to resist, but every time he summoned a little, it was directly obliterated by the [Primordial] entry.
It seemed ineffective, yet Shen Han could feel it.
When he mobilized the power of laws to counteract, the pain obviously decreased.
For no other reason, just to make himself feel a bit better.
Time and again, summoning the power of laws, time and again, it was completely devoured.
Shen Han didn't know when he lost consciousness; he had nearly exhausted all his strength.
The power of laws that could be summoned was entirely swallowed by this entry.
When he awoke again, it was a rainy night.
Shen Han was awakened by the rain, with puddles forming beside him.
This rain had been falling for quite some time.
Climbing up from the ground, Shen Han examined his appearance in the puddle.
At this moment, he thought he hardly deserved a praise of elegance.
Disheveled, like a homeless wanderer.
