"Soul Destruction Potion!"
Ye Xuan's expression turned cold as he pointed a finger towards Zhu Rong. A stream of black Nether Water shot out, even causing the void to collapse. This torrent of black Nether Water engulfed the Fire Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong, and a piercing and miserable scream erupted from his mouth.
"Ah!"
"What...what is this?"
"Pain...itching...ah...let me...let me go!"
The wails, chilling to the bone, echoed. Underneath the cover of the black Nether Water, Zhu Rong's entire body convulsed horribly, his body twitching incessantly on the ground. He reached to tear his own flesh, as if millions of ants were crawling within him.
The scene was bloodied and unbearable to behold. Zhu Rong's cries were sharp and desperate, yet in Ye Xuan's eyes, there was no pity, only a calm gaze as he watched Zhu Rong suffer under the Soul Destruction Potion.
