The young man's desperate cries were piercing, and his throat was nearly torn apart from screaming, yet it still could not end this ordeal.
Ahhhhh...
The pain was like an endless abyss, and the young man's psyche was driven to the verge of collapse by that unbearable torture.
Yet the terrifying nature of the Demonic Fiend was that it kept him in a state of absolute consciousness no matter what.
Only clear perception allowed that kind of torment to reach its absolute limit, terrifying to the extreme.
From start to finish, Ling Yun's face wore an alluring, wicked smile, as though all of this were not a slaughter or a torture, but rather an amusing game.
The young man's agonizing screams and Jun Yue's terror were merely playthings to please him.
Miaoxin looked back every three steps, full of curiosity and dread.
Somewhere,
Evil King's Crusade and his companions suddenly shivered!
If he was not mistaken, that murderous aura ought to have come from a very far place, yet at this moment it was creeping all the way here.
Such an intense murderous aura, separated by such a great distance, was already enough to make his heart deeply uneasy. If they got any closer, the pressure was likely something they simply could not withstand.
The young man could no longer even cry out, most of his flesh having already melted into bloody slush, with only a single head still intact. That blood-stained skull hovered mid-air, its nostrils twitching faintly...
He was not dead yet, he was still alive...
At this moment how he wished he were already dead, so that he would not have to endure this endless torment anymore.
His body was being corroded bit by bit, devoured bit by bit, and that kind of pain completely exceeded the