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Sun Lei was still complaining when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He didn't know when it had started, but there seemed to be no pedestrians around them anymore.

It was a summer evening, and the air still carried the lingering warmth of the day, but a chilling, bone-deep coldness suddenly crept up from the soles of my feet, up my spine, and straight to the top of my head.

The surroundings were quiet; even the rustling of the wind through the sycamore leaves had vanished. The entire street was eerily quiet, as if an invisible hand had covered our ears.

"W-What happened?"

Sun Lei's voice trembled slightly. He subconsciously stopped and looked around. "Why is it suddenly so cold?"

The shorter Zhao Feng also sensed something was wrong, but he forced himself to remain calm and laughed, "What's there to be afraid of? Are there ghosts in Shrek City? It's probably going to rain."

Even so, his Soul Power had already begun to circulate unconsciously, and two Yellow Soul Ring were faintly visible beneath his feet.

But as soon as he activated his Soul Power, he felt a series of fine stinging pains in his sea of consciousness, as if countless fine needles were gently pricking his brain.

"Well..."

Zhao Feng groaned and rubbed his forehead. "Why does my head hurt a little?"

Sun Lei was about to speak when his pupils suddenly contracted, and all color drained from his face. He stared intently at what was behind Zhao Feng, his teeth chattering. "What... what's that behind you?!"

Zhao Feng turned around abruptly, only to find the ground behind him empty, with only the long shadows of trees cast by the setting sun.

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the shadows of the trees on the ground were twisting and writhing, like black hands slowly emerging from the soil, their fingertips glowing with an eerie green light, crawling little by little toward his feet.

"A hallucination! It's a hallucination!"

Zhao Feng roared and unleashed a punch at the ground, channeling his Soul Power.

His strength was enough to shatter the stone slab, but when his fist landed on the ground, it only raised a cloud of dust. The dark figures did not disperse at all; instead, they crawled even faster.

wrong.

This is not an ordinary hallucination.

The moment this thought crossed Zhao Feng's mind, the stinging pain in his sea of consciousness suddenly intensified.

It was no longer a thin needle, but a red-hot iron wire, which forcefully drilled into the depths of his consciousness and stirred wildly in his sea of consciousness.

"Ah!!"

A piercing scream erupted from Zhao Feng's throat.

He knelt on the ground, clutching his head, his body convulsing violently, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat pouring down like a waterfall.

The pain wasn't physical; it acted directly on the soul, as if someone were using a file to grind away at his Divine Soul, each stroke crystal clear, leaving no chance for him to faint.

Sun Lei was terrified and turned to run away.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt as if his body was filled with lead, and the surrounding air turned into sticky mud, tightly wrapping his limbs.

Even more terrifying, the scene before him had completely changed.

The street vanished, replaced by a pitch-black abyss. Countless ferocious-looking Soul Beast crawled out of the abyss, their sharp claws gleaming coldly, slowly approaching him.

"No, don't come any closer!"

Sun Lei screamed hysterically, his Soul Power flailing wildly in all directions, but the phantoms of Soul Beast were completely unaffected by the physical attacks and pounced on him in the blink of an eye.

Sharp claws tore through his skin, and sharp teeth crushed his bones.

Sun Lei could clearly feel the excruciating pain of his flesh being torn apart, and he could smell the strong stench of blood, yet he just couldn't die. Every bit of pain was vividly reflected in his sea of consciousness.

This is the Spirit Power of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

With a million years of spiritual cultivation, dealing with two Soul Elder at level 30-something is easier than crushing two ants.

It could have crushed their consciousness in an instant, causing them to die unconscious, but Huo Yuhao's order did indeed make them die in agony.

In the ward, Huo Yuhao watched the images generated by his spiritual connection with the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm. He cheered repeatedly, his face filled with the satisfaction of having avenged himself.

The Spirit Power of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm transformed into two invisible marks, like red-hot branding irons, precisely imprinted on the depths of their souls.

This brand won't kill immediately, but it will continuously burn their Divine Soul, amplifying their fear, pain, and despair infinitely.

They will experience the cruelest tortures in the world in their hallucinations, their bodies intact but their souls torn to pieces, until their minds completely collapse and their hearts stop in extreme pain.

"Ah!! I was wrong! I'll never do it again!!"

"Let me go! Please, please let me go!!"

The wails and pleas for mercy echoed through the streets, but were firmly locked in this area by Spirit Barrier.

Zhao Feng had already collapsed to the ground, his body curled up like a shrimp, white foam constantly gushing from his mouth, his eyes wide open as if about to burst, his pupils filled with blood vessels.

He saw all the things he had feared since childhood.

The despair of being chased by Soul Beast in childhood, the humiliation of being beaten and scolded by his father, the frustration of failing in cultivation...

All negative emotions were amplified a hundredfold or a thousandfold by the Spirit Imprint, crushed, and stuffed into his sea of consciousness.

He wanted to faint, to end it all, but that Spirit Power kept him conscious, keeping him absolutely awake, consciously enduring every minute and every second of torment.

Sun Lei's situation was even worse. His Spirit Power was even weaker than Zhao Feng's. At this moment, he had completely fallen into madness, scratching his face wildly with both hands, leaving bloody marks, and repeatedly muttering "Don't eat me."

His soul was being slowly burned and dissolved by the Spirit Imprint, the pain spreading from his soul to every part of his body, leaving him without even the strength to commit suicide.

Time passed little by little.

Their wails gradually subsided, turning into faint gasps.

Zhao Feng's body convulsed more and more slowly, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused, but until the very last moment, his face remained frozen in extreme fear and pain, his mouth wide open as if he were about to utter a final cry for help.

"Bang."

His body crashed heavily to the ground, and his heart stopped beating completely.

He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

On the other side, Sun Lei also breathed his last a few minutes later.

His body was curled up in a ball, his fingers digging deep into the soil, his nails flipped over; one can only imagine the pain he endured before his death.

Having confirmed that both were completely dead, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm did not linger for a moment. With a slight swirling of its Spirit Power, it erased all traces of spiritual energy at the scene.

The illusion dissipated, the barrier was removed, and pedestrians returned to the street, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

There were only two cold corpses on the ground, their faces contorted with grotesque terror, but without any external injuries.

After doing all this, the vast Spirit Power, like the receding tide, slowly retreated along its original path and finally disappeared back into Huo Yuhao's brow.

The aroma of medicine still lingered in the ward.

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes, the last trace of ferocity fading away, leaving only a deep, unfathomable calm.