Several men in black robes stood beside the copper pillars, repeatedly pressing red-hot branding irons against Luo Lan.
Sizzle...
Wisps of white smoke billowed up. Luo Lan's face twisted in agony as she let out a heart-rending scream.
Watching this utterly horrific scene,
Chen Changming furrowed his brows. The Heart Demon had finally changed tactics. It had started targeting the people closest to him, trying to throw him into turmoil by tormenting his loved ones.
He knew full well that it was all an illusion, but seeing Senior Sister in such a wretched state, an indescribable fury slowly began to rise within him.
His gaze suddenly turned deep.
Terrifyingly deep, as if it could contain all the stars in the vast universe.
"Not good!"
A man's voice, filled with alarm and fury, rang out from another space. "He's about to awaken! Stop him, quickly!"
On the sixth level of the Ten Thousand Bone Altar, the illusion vanished.
But Chen Changming's gaze remained terrifyingly deep, as if he had forgotten himself.
"Could he really awaken?"
In the mysterious space, the man asked uneasily.
"I intervened in time. He shouldn't awaken," the woman said.
"Good."
The man let out a long breath, then cursed resentfully. "Those Nine Balefal Sect ants actually dared to play around with a Heart Demon trial. They're practically asking to die!"
"The people of the Nine Baleful Sect have been dead for ages. Cursing them now is pointless..." The woman snorted.
After a pause,
the woman added in surprise, "Wait, no. There's still one fish that slipped through the net."
"Let him handle it. His strength is head and shoulders above this group; he can deal with this crisis," the man said indifferently.
"I'm worried about that woman. She's been hiding her strength pretty well..." the woman said,