Burning Heaven

Zhou Sining had no idea how long he had slept.

When his awareness returned and he slowly opened his eyes, all he saw was boundless darkness.

"???"

Was this hell?

But if it was hell, where were the souls of the other dead?

Zhou Sining looked around and discovered that he really was all alone in the darkness.

He looked down at his hands. They were pale blue outlines, just what an ordinary soul body looked like.

Had someone trapped him in a Soul Vessel???

Well, that was just...

Fucking wonderful!

After all the reputation he had built, how had he ended up being stuffed into a Soul Vessel like some wandering ghost?

Zhou Sining opened his mouth to unleash a tirade, only to discover that he couldn't make a sound.

"..."

Forcibly muted, he had no choice but to settle down and review what had happened before he lost consciousness.

As he remembered it, before he could cast a second Flame Rain, Lu Nian's attack had already reached him and Mo Fan.

Unfortunately, it had pierced his abdomen. Before he could react, Lu Nian had cast Rock Demon Eye.

Lu Nian had petrified him, and then his consciousness had faded.

So...

Was he really dead???

If he really was dead, Mo Fan couldn't possibly fend off Lu Nian's evil clutches alone.

And it wasn't just Mo Fan. If reinforcements didn't arrive in time, Mu Nujiao and the others wouldn't survive either.

Zhou Sining couldn't accept that outcome.

Yet his current appearance, surroundings, and condition constantly reminded him that he was very likely dead.

And unless something unexpected had happened, Lu Nian had even trapped him in a Soul Vessel...

Enough.

Seriously, enough.

He'd fucking had it with this rotten world!

Donnng!

Just as Zhou Sining seethed with anger, unwilling