"Not enough! Still not enough! Too weak! Didn't you claim to be heaven's might? Are you tickling me?"
"Come, come, come, increase the heat! I want to see whether you can refine me or not!"
"Hahaha … Great! Again!"
… …
Within that space came Ye Yuan's loud laughter from time to time.
This was not saying that Ye Yuan was not in pain.
In reality, his pain was increasing manifold!
Heaven's might was furious, the energy of the Eight Extreme Heavenly Fire was also continuously increasing.
Clearly, the eight idols were truly enraged under Ye Yuan's triggering.
But Ye Yuan did not care!
Him yelling this pain out could disperse some agony of being burned instead.
Ye Yuan's divine soul became weaker and weaker under the refinement of the Eight Extreme Heavenly Fire.
At this time, it already became very faint.
But, Ye Yuan was still incomparably stubborn.
