For Baili An, whose eyes had been eroded by the deadly poison of the Peacock Feather, the world was pitch black—a truly rare novelty for him.
Since becoming a corpse demon, he had found the night to be far clearer than the day.
Now, with his eyes open and seeing nothing at all, as if he was in the everlasting night of silent stars, he felt an unusual sense of peace.
Yet Baili An knew it was not night but the height of noon.
The dungeon in which he was imprisoned seemed to have received special attention from the Female Demon Lord. Despite being cut off from any external aura and even his Divine Sense being unable to penetrate the walls, his body could still feel the scorching pain of sunlight.
The pain was not lethal. Baili An felt his skin crack and burn, yet these did not bring him the fatal harm that direct sunlight would.
Nevertheless, every inch of his skin felt as if it were being fried in oil, like countless red-hot needles bringing searing pain everywhere.
