"As a reward for hurting me…"
Clad in his flesh-and-blood battle armor, Wu Dao cracked his neck, his voice like the whisper of a Purgatory Demon God.
His body was surrounded by writhing, twisting masses of flesh and souls. Occasionally, faces would manifest within the gore, screaming miserably.
"I will reward you with a taste of what a true expert's Array is all about!"
CRACKLE—
The moment his voice fell, serpentine, azure streams of Primordial Magnetism current erupted from his body. They plunged into his flesh armor, ravenously devouring the Magnetic Field's Energy like straws.
"AHHH!!"
"It hurts!"
"Kill me, please, kill me!!"
The ultimate pain of being sacrificed alive and drained dry surpassed the endless torture of the Eighteen Layers of Purgatory, transforming into desperate wails and screams too gruesome to bear.
"Silence! A bunch of worthless trash!"
Hearing the wails and screams, Wu Dao reprimanded them with a chilling voice:
