Long Fei was unconscious for three days. His physical body continuously broke apart and reformed, while his Nascent Soul frantically absorbed spiritual power, leaving only a sliver of clarity to maintain his defenses.
He had no idea what was happening outside, but he could hear bursts of intense noise.
A loud, buzzing vibration roared, resembling the sound of a high-power chainsaw.
Indeed, it was a chainsaw, along with heavy-duty cutting machines, oxy-fuel cutters, water jet cutters—just about every tool capable of effortlessly slicing through steel—all being tried out in succession on the alchemy furnace encasing Long Fei.
The night he had fallen to the base of Mount Tai, firefighters had doused the alchemy furnace with water for an entire night before finally extinguishing the flames on its exterior.
Yet, the inside remained like a steaming cauldron, thick and sticky with boiling blood.
