It was as if there were countless sharp blades cutting the flesh off his body and roasting it on a raging fire. The pain seeped into his soul and he was forced wide awake from his unconscious state by sheer pain.
"Stop now…" The middle-aged Daoist priest begged.
He rolled around on the ground desperately and grabbed at his body wildly.
His robe became torn, and his flesh became mutilated and bloody.
Within moments, he was completely covered in blood.
Xiao Ran relented and looked at him with an icy cold expression. "So you are willing to talk now?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"What's with this bead?"
The middle-aged Daoist priest hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's called the Source Consuming Pearl. If chance permits, it can devour ten thousand wisps of energy with just one swallow of a wisp of Divine Origin Propagating Energy."
"You're not being honest." Xiao Ran gave a condescending snort.
