"Fellow Daoist! What do you mean by this?!" Yan Wutian fought while retreating, his heart filled with shock and anger.
He couldn't understand why someone from the Blood Contract Pavilion would suddenly attack him; could it have been a trap from the start?
But before he could get a response, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his Sea of Consciousness, as if countless needles were piercing his Divine Soul.
In a daze, he saw those black Karmic Fires crawling along the chains onto his body.
Once they touched his skin, they instantly drilled inside and burned towards his Divine Soul.
In just a moment, he felt countless Karmic Fires rampaging within him, scorching his meridians and devouring his Divine Soul.
"Ah—!" A heart-wrenching scream escaped from Yan Wutian's mouth.
His entire body trembled violently, his skin seared red by the Karmic Fire, even starting to show charred marks.
