Tang Wulin hissed. His body shuddered without end, limbs tense and joints locked, teeth chattering. Chaos. His blood essence thrashed in chaos. A searing heat engulfed his mind, and if he were any less in pain, any more lucid, he would have wondered if it was actually set ablaze. The Phosphor Fire Soul Refinement was undoubtedly one of the world's most vile torture methods. He screamed, the pain sharp and unforgiving, all-encompassing. He screamed, begging for it to end.
At the sound of Tang Wulin's miserable cries, the ashen-robed man broke into a grin full of sharp teeth. The greater his victim's spiritual power, the greater their spirit's resentment after refinement. And the larger his revitalization.
