Watermelon had already taken off his mask. As he put it, if he couldn't make it through, he wanted to face death with his own face.
Now, Watermelon's once-refined face had become savage and contorted.
Many people have probably tried putting a finger near a flame. Even from a distance, the heat is unbearable.
Burning a person to death is an extremely cruel act, and the sight of the body is often too gruesome to behold.
And Nirvana... was like having one's soul seared by flames. It was countless times more painful than being burned alive!
"Martial Uncle, I... I can't do this anymore! Please... please just kill me! Quickly, I can't take it anymore!" Watermelon begged, biting through his lip until his mouth was filled with blood. "Kill me now! Please, kill me now!"
"Watermelon, you have to get through this! Think of your parents..." Bu Yunyan consoled him, her eyes welling with tears.
