Waving his hand, signaling Sui to release him, Yang Xiao wore a sinister smile, step by step approaching the Bone Burning Taoist who was tortured half to death.
The Bone Burning Taoist had long lost his previous arrogance; at this moment, in his eyes, Yang Xiao was no different from the most terrifying demon of this era.
The Withered Bone Pavilion he was in was inhumane, and so was this guy.
Turning his hand to draw out the Ghost Bamboo Stick, Yang Xiao pressed it against the decayed shoulder of the Bone Burning Taoist, where the rotten wound was left by the Mirror Ghost with a black stone.
As spiritual power was slowly injected, the Bone Burning Taoist watched in horror as the flesh on his shoulder broke apart bit by bit, revealing the white bones underneath. This feeling of watching his own flesh fall apart was something he had never experienced before.
This was no longer physical suffering, but rather a spiritual torment.
