Falling Heart Flame's burning pain already clung to the bones like maggots, and now, driven with Xiao Ling's full force of Dou Qi, it transformed into countless red-hot steel needles that viciously pierced deep into Hun Feng's soul.
The agony had long surpassed the limits of what the flesh could endure. It was a torture that reached straight into the Soul Origin. Every inch of his soul body seemed to be repeatedly scorched, torn apart, then forcibly pieced back together in the flames, over and over without end.
Hun Feng's screams had long become hoarse and distorted. Only ragged wheezing escaped his throat, like a broken puppet that had been drained of all strength.
His eyes were bloodshot, the whites filled with savage veins. His eyeballs nearly burst free of their sockets, while the flesh on his face twisted violently under the extreme pain. Saliva mixed with blood ran from the corners of his mouth, soaking the tattered clothing on his chest. He looked utterly miserable.
The Dou Qi within his body had long since fallen into chaos and scattered beneath the burning of Falling Heart Flame. He could not gather even a trace of strength to resist. His mind was wrapped in blazing fire, and the will that had previously struggled to endure was like a dying candle in the wind, swaying on the verge of collapse beneath wave after wave of escalating agony.
He could clearly feel his soul body dissolving bit by bit. It was a sense of annihilation even more terrifying than death, as though in the next moment, he would completely turn to nothingness, leaving not even a trace behind.
"N-No... don't..." Hun Feng forced out a broken whimper from his throat, so faint it was nearly inaudible. Yet the extreme pain continued to wash