When someone wholeheartedly wanted to die but couldn't, would that be painful?
For example, when they were prepared to die and take their opponent down with them.
Shatter!
And then the "fragments" got glued back together piece by piece, with practiced technique and exquisite craftsmanship. Not even the tiniest crack remained after they were put back together. The entire process was swift and smooth, so smooth that the resolve to die barely caused any trouble at all.
Wouldn't that be awkward?
He didn't know about others, but judging by this necromancer's situation...
He had to be in a lot of Pain.
Jia Xiu looked at the man's grief-stricken face. It had already been ugly because of the countless stitches, magical runes, and wounds of unknown origin. Now that it twisted, it looked even worse.
They had been too far away earlier to get a good look. Now that he was closer, Jia Xiu realized that the man's body bore not only stitches from human experimentation, but also wounds with no apparent cause. There were not only magical runes, but also alchemical devices and magic tools embedded directly into his flesh.
It immediately reminded Jia Xiu of those people who cut themselves with knives whenever they felt unhappy, then grew up and started piercing holes in their bodies to wear all kinds of flashy accessories.
Got it! He was an otherworldly edgy kid!
No wonder he was so obsessed with demon culture.
They had deliberately explained how they had stopped the necromancer from killing himself in order to put some psychological pressure on him and make the upcoming thought detection easier.
The more mentally broken the target was, the weaker their resistance to detection would be.
So far, that step had gone very smoothly.
Seeing his reaction, Jia Xiu was even