Ignoring the mournful wails of the four spirit beasts, the boy's left hand exerted slight force with his five fingers, causing the Karmic Fire enveloping them to intensify further.
This wasn't so much about clearing a path for the chains to pierce and bind their spiritual bodies; it was more about the boy deliberately tormenting them, making them deeply taste what it means to feel worse than death, what it means to endure the brutal feast of a spiritual body's torture.
In this regard, Fengdu is always the most professional.
This memory, Li Zhiyuan hopes they'll never forget, etched into their spiritual recollection, becoming a nightmare they can't shake off.
The piercing of the chains became even more swift and frenzied at this moment.
They resembled giant needles, repeatedly piercing through the bodies of the spirit beasts, then turning and stabbing back again.
These four spirit beasts seemed like the sole of a cloth shoe, stitched exceptionally solid and firm.
