The demonic beasts watched golden blood continuously emerge from Ye Tian's body. Amid terrified roars, they fled in panic. Yet countless golden stars swam before Ye Tian's eyes as blood seeped endlessly from the corners of them, and waves of dizziness washed over him. The beasts' howls made it impossible for Ye Tian to calm his mind, but he had no time to spare for any of it. He could only keep adjusting the spiritual power within his body, with little effect.
The golden blood charged recklessly through the meridians in his body, but the process was exceedingly slow, because those things were continuously intensifying the pain throughout his body.
Ye Tian vaguely sensed that the demonic beasts within the killing array seemed to be growing fewer and fewer, while the perception in his sea of consciousness steadily weakened. Yet he could no longer investigate further. As the beasts continued to howl, the pain in Ye Tian's body began piling up without end. Especially within his meridians, it was as though countless steel needles were endlessly stirring every pain-stricken nerve, seeming never to cease.
Ye Tian desperately needed an outlet to vent. His features twisted as sweat drenched him from head to toe, but the pain only grew stronger. It seemed that everything in his body had retreated before the pain. In the end, all that pain became an unbearable roar that tore from Ye Tian's throat.
Aah—!
The roar spread rapidly through the dense forest. Wherever the sound waves passed, boulders cracked and tree branches turned to ash. Demonic beasts that were too close curled up where they stood, terrified that the owner of that voice would come after them.
After the first roar came the second. Ye Tian's howling continued for nearly a quarter of an hour before