The torment of the soul that came with the destruction of the flesh was like being flayed by a thousand knives; that pain was truly fearsome.
The feeling came quickly, but it left faster because Zhou Yan had ceased his actions.
"You have no right to speak. If you talk back again, I will make you suffer that torment constantly, a fate worse than death!"
Zhou Yan's voice was ice-cold, tinged with an eerie air that sent shivers down Ying Han's spine.
Her neck, which had been burning, suddenly regenerated as if the previous scene had never truly happened, but the agony of her soul continued to spread like a virus gnawing at her heart and mind.
She trembled all over and, in the end, dared not speak again.