Zhou Leng found himself bound inside a large cauldron, unable to move, with wood burning below.
He struggled desperately, but his hands were already bleeding from the restraints, to no avail.
As the water temperature rose, his body finally couldn't withstand it.
Ah...
His body instinctively screamed in agony.
Zhou Leng could endure this pain, but his body could not.
Until the water boiled.
His vision alternated between darkness and light.
In front of him, dancers swirled gracefully, singers softly sang, musicians played their instruments.
He seemed to be in a high place, slightly better off than before.
Turning his head, he found himself fixed to a large copper pillar.
At that moment, a woman spoke softly from an even higher place, "Great King, next is the punishment of roasting..."
Zhou Leng was expressionless, cursing the Gate of Purgatory in his heart.
Flames rose, and the copper pillar quickly heated up.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle...
