The youth quietly grabbed hold of Black Sorcerer's hand. A plain smile appeared on his face as though he was an adult holding on to the hand of a child.
Black Sorcerer's face was covered in cold sweat. His figure trembled slightly. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape the youth's grasp.
Crack! Crack!
A crisp cracking of bone could be heard. The youth merely held on to Black Sorcerer's hand and then gradually crushed his bones. The terrifying arm that could punch a hole in a mountain seemed to be as feeble as flour before the youth.
Gasp! Gasp!
Black Sorcerer resisted the pain of the bones in his hand being crushed bit by bit. For a Tide Changing Realm cultivator, pain was not frightening; what was frightening was the deep sense of helplessness. This youth was too terrifying. Right now, Black Sorcerer was deeply experiencing what terror was.
