\nFeng Yin’s eyes were crimson as he swept the surrounding ghosts with a murderous and baleful aura. He said coldly, “Go back to where you came from. If you dare harass my woman again, just wait to be burned by the Ninth Abyssal Flame until your soul is annihilated.”
Hearing Feng Yin’s words, the lurking ghosts stirred a bit. Some weaker ghosts hesitated and drifted away, but most of them didn’t move.
Apparently, they were still obsessed with the Phantom King Core.
Feng Yin, who was suspended in mid-air, saw this and snorted coldly. His hair fluttered as his red clothes moved. He slowly raised his hand, and a full-bodied dark orchid flame materialized.
The next instant, the surrounding temperature dropped drastically, and Ning Shu felt like her soul was freezing.
According to rumors, the underworld punished disobedient souls with this flame. They roasted them on top of the Ninth Abyssal Flame, making one feel like their soul was freezing and cracking into a million pieces. Week after week, the cycle repeated until the soul was obliterated.
The more powerful the soul, the more painful it was. After all, a powerful soul that wasn’t so easily obliterated had no choice but to suffer endless pain.