Time passed swiftly, but Bai Yang's agony did not end.
Instead, it grew even more intense.
He curled up on the ground, foam spilling from his mouth as his limbs twitched uncontrollably.
In his Sea of Consciousness, his Divine Soul was already showing signs of being devoured. A closer look revealed it had actually shrunk by a full size.
His expression was one of terror, but he couldn't break free no matter how he struggled.
"Let me go!"
"You pack of monsters!"
He screamed desperately in his Sea of Consciousness, his eyes bloodshot and crazed.
But the remnant souls couldn't understand his words, much less communicate with him. They just continued their frenzied gnawing.
Soon, Bai Yang could no longer even curse.
All his thoughts were buried beneath the pain. In that moment, scenes from his past replayed before his eyes, one after another.
The happy times of his youth, his master's affection, the respect of his junior brothers, the Sect's high regard for him...
