Yun Tianji was tightly bound by pitch-black celestial shackles, the chains as thick as bowls, engraved with countless immortal patterns, suspending him directly above the Thunder Pool.
His hair was disheveled, his vestment robe reduced to ashes, his whole body charred black, like dead wood scorched by heavenly fire, revealing glazed bones in many places.
Every half an hour, the celestial shackles binding him would suddenly loosen, dropping him directly into the boiling purple-gold Thunder Pool below.
Zi-la—
A teeth-grinding sound of burning and thunder roared, the Thunder Juice engulfing him in an instant, burning him with its terrifying destructive energy, tearing at his immortal body, meridians, even his primordial spirit.
That pain was far beyond the torture of a thousand cuts.
