Previously, Lin Tian had only seen other souls being devoured by vengeful spirits. Now, when it finally happened to him, he understood what Zhang Lingyu meant by those words.
The Ruishui River of the Wangchuan River flows on for all eternity, where countless lost souls and wild ghosts have drifted for countless ages without reincarnation, burdened with deep resentment that even the Ten Halls Yama dare not touch.
Lin Tian now truly felt the immense pain of being devoured by vengeful spirits. He didn't know what it felt like to be pierced by ten thousand arrows, nor the torture of being dismembered, but at this moment, the pain he was suffering surpassed everything.
Even a zombie's body couldn't withstand such devouring, because each bite from the vengeful spirit didn't just pierce his body, but also imposed the grievances and tragic experiences of the spirit onto him. It was a torment of both body and soul.
