Hellfire burrowed into his mouth and eyes, spewed out from his nostrils and ears, as well as every pore on his body, and the flames that were expelled reentered his orifices in a relentless cycle, much like the ghost messengers in the Nine Netherworld using fierce fire to smelt the sinful souls.
Lin Tian felt like he was being roasted on a furnace, no, not a furnace, just like the Demon Blade had said, he had been thrown into a Sword Furnace to be smelted, and his entire world was nothing but fire.
When Sun Wukong was cast into the Furnace of Eight Trigrams by Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, it must have been like this, Lin Tian even had the leisure to think about the Monkey King from Journey to the West.
"Guizhong Yilang, Netherworld Fire burns the dead, using it against the living is taboo!" the Heavenly Master Girl said ominously.
