Boom! It was the sound of flames igniting. The clothes on Tyrande's body, already melted by the heat, suddenly burst into flames. They erupted with an immense blaze utterly disproportionate to the garments themselves, completely engulfing Tyrande.
Tyrande's shriveled body could no longer endure such torment. Amid the flames, his flesh began peeling away layer by layer, like an onion being stripped, horrifying and bloody.
Li slowly moved his neck. He was starting to lose patience. He had never encountered anyone like Malfurion before. Did Malfurion think he would not treat him the same way?
Li waved a hand, and the chains binding Tyrande suddenly snapped. Tyrande's body, no longer remotely human in shape, fell downward just like that. Li did not even spare it a glance, treating it like a piece of trash, until Tyrande completely vanished into the bottomless abyss.
Malfurion raised his head and glanced at Li. "What? Didn't you think you could threaten me by torturing him? Why stop? Why not continue? That doesn't seem like you."
Li sneered as he looked into Malfurion's eyes. "What? Are you trying to provoke me into killing you outright?"
Before he had finished speaking, something seemed to fall from the sky. Malfurion's eyes widened. It was his son. Tyrande was still wearing those same clothes, clean and spotless, without a single injury. He did not look as though he had just undergone branding torture at all.
Li lightly moved his chin. "Come on. Under that kind of torture, take a look at how much of your son's soul has been lost..."
Malfurion could not help but freeze at Li's words. Though he had lost nearly all his magic power, his powers of observation had not declined. He looked at Tyrande, while a green beam shot from Li's hand. A