"Soul Search!"
Zhang Feng's voice sounded like a muffled gong echoing through the room.
It seemed to reverberate through the air of the entire room.
Yet Chen Xin did not hear those words at all.
Because the moment Zhang Feng's palm landed on the top of Chen Xin's head, Chen Xin's eyes instantly turned vacant.
As if all the brilliance was lost from them.
And just after Zhang Feng's low shout subsided.
Chen Xin's dull eyes began to tremble, and the tremor grew increasingly violent.
As time passed, the vacant expression on Chen Xin's face slowly turned ferocious.
"Ah————"
A piercing, pig-squealing scream of agony erupted wildly from Chen Xin's mouth.
However, Chen Xin's body could not move an inch, as if it had completely lost control of itself.
The scream seemed to sense a soul being ruthlessly stirred by a terrifying giant hand, without a hint of mercy.
Not pain, not itch, not cold, not hot.
Only the purest agony.
