Inside the room, the air seemed frozen, permeated by a sickeningly sweet, bloody stench intertwined with despair.
Since Tang San had deliberately drawn the curtains, the room was somewhat dim.
Yu Xiaogang was tightly bound to the sofa by thick Blue Silver Grass vines veined with purple-black patterns, like a twisted sacrificial offering awaiting sacrifice.
His entire body was rigid, and even the slightest struggle had become futile. Only his eyes, widened in utter terror, still conveyed silent wails and bewilderment.
Tang San stood behind the sofa. His eyes, once deep from cultivating the Purple Demon Eye, now shone with an entirely different kind of purple light—demonic and cold.
That light was filled with sinister, greedy, destructive desire. It was the Evil Flame ignited within his soul by the Rakshasa God's Will!
He looked down at the "teacher" he had once nominally acknowledged, with not the slightest trace of master-disciple affection in his eyes.
There was only the indifference of someone watching a tool about to be drained of its last bit of value, and... a hint of excitement at the power he was about to gain.
"Teacher,"
Tang San's voice was terrifyingly calm, carrying a spine-chilling sort of "reassurance."
"Don't worry. It'll be over soon... You won't suffer for much longer."
Before he finished speaking, with a thought, the clothes on his back tore apart with a rip.
Eight crystalline purple Eight Spider Lances, their edges faintly wreathed in the same sinister purple glow, shot out like demonic tentacles—brazen and grotesque!
They quivered faintly in the air, emitting a soft hum, as though they could barely contain their hunger.
Then, those eight incomparably sharp spider lances slowly, with cruel ritualistic solemnity, precisely avoided the bones and pierced into his body from different points along his back!
"Urgh—!!!"
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