Wang Ying and Ma Jian would not arrive for several more days.
During this gap, Chen Jichuan returned to the Dragon-locking Abyss.
...
The Dragon-locking Abyss.
Eighteenth layer of the Dragon-locking Well, third cell.
Chen Jichuan sat within the cell, mist shrouding his figure, enveloping both him and the black-robed elder before him.
The mist swirled.
Illusions arose endlessly.
Needle-like attacks continuously assaulted the black-robed elder, stabbing straight at his Divine Soul.
To stab one's flesh with iron needles is already unbearable pain, let alone to stab a Divine Soul, sensitive by hundreds or even thousands of times more!
"Aaahhh!"
The elder let out horrifying screams, his bloodshot eyes seething with hatred, his deeply wrinkled face twisted grotesquely.
His screams were spine-chilling, enough to send shivers down anyone's back.
Chen Jichuan ignored him.
