Ethan Smith suddenly came to his senses; his divine sense instantly became a hundred times clearer, as Emily Taylor came over and whispered softly.
"So you really like to absorb my Divine Soul, eh? Then feel the power of the Divine Soul for yourself."
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ethan on the ground suddenly let out an agonizing howl, his vocal cords could no longer resist his screams, instantly snapping.
He made a hoarse roaring sound, his throat fractured, and copious amounts of blood spurted from his throat.
His body convulsed violently, the intense convulsions even causing each of his bones to break.
This pain itself was beyond what a person could endure, and under the control of the Nightmare, Ethan's Divine Soul could feel this torment a hundredfold more intense, and he would not faint.
"Otherwise, let's just kill him."
Gu Baiyi's eyes were red with tears, she turned her head, unable to bear witnessing Ethan's miserable state any longer.