Those tender threads, as fine as a gossamer, seemed too frail to withstand a breeze, and were even difficult to notice without a careful look.
Yet, their tenacity had reached an extreme point, as Chen Hai's leech-like Divine Soul latched onto one slender thread.
"Ah..." Buck Teeth Zhu, seated cross-legged on the ground, felt an excruciating pain originating from the depths of his soul, permeating throughout his body.
This person was inherently cruel.
Once upon a time, he'd been chopped multiple times yet still managed to smile and converse breezily, as if the collapse of Mount Tai would not change his expression.
But at this moment, facing the soul-deep torment, he simply couldn't bear it and let out a wretched cry.
Upon witnessing this situation, Chen Hai merely paused slightly.
After a moment of hesitation, he did not stop the gnawing but instead continued to bite the fine thread entwined around Buck Teeth Zhu.