"Fuck! No! NO! Kill me! KILL ME!"
As Qin Fan's relentless Soul Capturing True Essence furiously plundered the memories within his sea of consciousness, Jeremy screamed hysterically. The sensation of thousands of ants gnawing at his brain was an unbearable agony, a pain worse than death itself.
The memory probe, powered by Soul Capturing True Essence, dealt a blow to Jeremy's soul that was no weaker than the one Norman had suffered. Even Chen Tiansheng had been helpless against this kind of frenzied plundering; how could a being of Jeremy's age possibly resist?
Amid Jeremy's blood-curdling screams, the expression on Qin Fan's stern face grew increasingly severe. Unlike the swirling mists of blood in Norman's memories, all Qin Fan's Divine Sense could capture from Jeremy's mind was an endless expanse of white snow, punctuated by the frantic howls of wolves.
