Ruthless—too ruthless!
Everyone on the God Realm's side was terrified by Ao Tian's methods.
How deep did the hatred have to be for someone to kill a person and still refuse to spare their soul?
The soul was constantly scorched by Hellfire, and it would continue for tens of thousands of years. Such torment filled people with instinctive fear.
Originally, Evil God and the others had already resolved themselves to die and feared nothing.
But now, seeing Grandmaster's soul being tortured so cruelly, they were utterly horrified.
This Ao Tian was simply a great demon.
Just as Evil God and the others were intimidated, Tang San suddenly vanished and shot into the sky.
"Teacher, I'm coming to save you!" Tang San shouted. In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Grandmaster's soul and reached out to grab it.
Hope appeared on Grandmaster's pained, twisted face. He cried out again, "Xiao San, save me!"
Evil God was greatly alarmed and hurriedly shouted, "Tang San, don't touch those flames!"
But it was already too late. Tang San's right hand had passed through the flames covering Grandmaster's soul as he tried to pull Grandmaster's soul free.
Tang San let out a muffled groan, and his face instantly turned utterly bloodless.
His hand passed straight through Grandmaster's soul, unable to grasp it.
"Come back! You can't save him like this!" Evil God roared.
Tang San made several more attempts, but he still could not seize Grandmaster's soul.
Black Hellfire had already clung to his right hand. The flesh on his arm rapidly vanished, exposing stark white bones.
Even divine power covering his hand could not stop the black flames.
Tang San's body shuddered violently before he fell from the sky.
This Hellfire did not merely burn his body—it also affected his soul.
His