"No!!!"
Mo Fan watched his brother get dragged into the hellish Sha Yuan. He screamed in anguish, his eyes bloodshot. Grief overwhelmed him, and he felt as though he had fallen into an icy pit.
"B-Brother Fan, calm down..."
When Mo Fan tried to rush forward, Zhang Xiaohou grabbed him and pleaded through his tears.
"No... Why... My brother..."
Mo Fan trembled. Supported by Zhang Xiaohou, he slowly sank to his knees. Tears streamed down his face, though he did not know when he had started crying.
He had always been fairly carefree and had barely cried since childhood. But today he sobbed uncontrollably, because the brother who loved him most had sacrificed himself!
Why... Why was his brother the one who stood at the very front when disaster struck? Why was he the one who had to die?
Seeing Mo Fan weep, Zhang Xiaohou cried too. He was in agony, but he could not bear to lose another big brother.
Nearby, Zhou Min and He Yu clung to each other. Both women were already sobbing as they tried to comfort one another.
"No... That's impossible... How could Mo Xie..."
Mu Bai stared blankly toward the distant Sha Yuan. His legs nearly gave out, and Xu Zhaoting had to hold him up.
Xu Zhaoting sighed, his heart aching. He did not want to believe Mo Xie had died, but... the truth was right before them. He had no choice.
For a time, grief settled over everyone. Only the sound of weeping echoed around them.
Meanwhile, the moment Mo Xie entered Sha Yuan, his consciousness began to blur. Some irresistible force seemed to be lulling him to sleep.
He looked around. The Hell Furnace was the only way to describe what he saw. The most vicious ghosts, demons, and monsters in