The so-called Ye Tian's eyeballs before him suddenly turned pitch-black, and Bearded Man's gaze could not help but lock onto the other party. Those ink-black eyes were like a great black hand reaching out from hell, dragging him inside.
Then Bearded Man felt darkness fall before his eyes. His senses remained clear, yet he could see nothing around him, as though the darkness had devoured every last glimmer of light.
The next instant, he felt flames wrap around his entire body. The flames carried searing heat, not roasting his flesh, but burning his soul.
At last, a thread of light appeared before his eyes, but it was not the light he wanted.
It was blood red light. A scarlet haze appeared before Bearded Man, and all he could see was blood-colored magma flowing before him, rolling with blistering heat.
Flames burned all around him.
Those flames scorched his soul. The pain burrowed into his bones, drilling from his skin into every inch of flesh like ten thousand insects gnawing at him.
Never in his life had Bearded Man imagined he would encounter such a predicament. He wanted to scream, yet no matter how wide he opened his mouth, not a sound emerged.
Time passed slowly. His soul continued to burn, and the magma before him continued to flow.
It seemed as though this scene had lasted ten thousand years.
Bearded Man's inner heart went from despair and terror at the beginning to desolation and numbness in the end. Gradually, he lost all sensation, unable to distinguish pain from warmth.
He thought he was already dead.
Everything he suffered came to an end when he encountered the real Ye Tian.
He vaguely saw a figure. It called out in a faint voice and finally summoned that person to its side, and