It seemed as if Dai Zhenming's body was a mixture of flesh and blood and Rune.
Unlike the traditional extraction of Inheritance, these Runes did not connect to form a web to be pulled out by Wang Zijia.
In contrast, under the guidance of Wang Zijia, these Runes continually began to converge toward the lower abdomen.
At the other party's lower abdomen, innumerable complex Runes flickered in and out of sight.
As these Runes gathered, Dai Zhenming's body continued to wither and shrivel.
However, this very act of refining, the dual torment of the body and soul, only made Dai Zhenming furrow his brows slightly.
He didn't scream or shout, enduring the agony stoically.
His expression remained indifferent, yet in his eyes, there was a mysterious emotion, was it exhilaration? Deserved? A sense of relief?
Anyhow, it was not the extreme anguish of torment.
