"Don't... don't kill me!"
Everyone fears death, and Master Fahua was no exception. His physical body had been destroyed, and now his Primordial Spirit was confined in Ye Xuan's hand. With just a gentle squeeze, Ye Xuan could cause his soul to scatter and perish.
"Nine Yin Kui Water?"
Boom!
A clump of Netherworld Ghost Fire erupted, directly enveloping Master Fahua. The rolling Netherworld Intense Flames burned his Primordial Spirit, causing him to let out an extremely miserable cry.
"Ah!"
"Spare... spare me!"
Ye Xuan's methods were excessively cruel. With the Netherworld Intense Flames eroding the Primordial Spirit, the Caster would suffer the agony of a myriad ants gnawing at their heart. Master Fahua miserably begged for mercy, his Primordial Spirit gradually becoming illusory as if it was on the verge of collapse.
"Die!"
Bang!
