Miserable wails echoed throughout the venue.
As his life counted down, Feitan endured pain as though the blazing sun were scorching his body.
Those whom he had tortured to death in the past, even those burned alive into charcoal by "Rising Sun," seemed to have become vengeful spirits at this moment, standing densely around him and looking down at him as he suffered.
It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this...!!!
Feitan's body writhed violently like a maggot, while streams of blood slowly flowed from his bloodshot eyes.
The nerves throughout his body were on the verge of being forcibly torn apart by the unending pain.
Even in this hell of suffering, Feitan could not understand it.
Why had "Rising Sun" been snuffed out?
His extreme rage, along with the most grievous injuries he had ever accumulated...
Combined, they should have pushed the power of "Pain Packer" to its limit.
One could imagine that the Rising Sun condensed from that would surely reach unprecedented heights in both power and range.
And because he could not wait to see Moyu burned into charcoal, he had even changed his usual habit of slowly watching his prey walk toward death.
He had not chosen to let the "Rising Sun Seed" slowly rise into the air. Instead, he wanted to detonate it directly in front of himself.
The scene he had foreseen was—
The Rising Sun Seed would suddenly expand into a miniature sun more than ten meters in diameter, then smash through the already crumbling floor and release heat that engulfed several levels, unleashing catastrophic destruction high in the sky.
That was the scene Feitan wanted to see.
Only such a destructive scene could completely vent the rage filling Feitan's chest.
But...
That right hand reaching over had suddenly overturned everything.