Unpredictable Dust

Zi! Zi! Zi! Zi! Zi!

The electric arcs that it injected into Lu Qingchen's soul were still strengthening, turning from deep purple to incandescent. Not only was Lu Qingchen's soul being torn apart, even streams of data that looked like smoke were popping up, as if they were trying to burn Lu Qingchen's soul into ashes.

Even Lu Qingchen, who could endure a hundred times more pain than any human being, could not help but scream miserably.

He twisted, wriggled, and struggled like an earthworm that was about to dry under the scorching sun, but there was no way that he could get away from the scorching sun.

What do I do?

Li Yao was so anxious that his soul was cramping. "Lu Qingchen seems to be in a lot of pain. This is… too miserable!"

"So, are you pitying Lu Qingchen now?"