C482 Amazing!

Then he looked at the silver-haired man.

The nine strikes of the [Nine Stars Lightning Controlling Technique] had obviously caused great damage to him, but …

Even when he was struck by the lightning, he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. However, at this time, he could not help but let out a light snort from every small wound on his body.

It seemed like …

These small wounds were even more painful than the terrifyingly powerful lightning.

But was that possible?

Everyone could not help but look at Feng Zhi with doubt in their eyes.

Feng Zhi saw through their intentions, her face revealed a cold expression, but her red lips lifted slightly, "This silver net …"

After saying these few words, Feng Zhi tilted her head, and seemed to be somewhat puzzled, as if she did not know where to start explaining. She thought for a while, and tried to use the most common language to explain, "The Nine Star Lightning Controlling Technique, that was the lightning just now, directly struck a person's body. Although it was painful, those people with extremely strong willpower were not unable to endure that kind of pain."

Feng Zhi went from silver hair to hmm, now it was not silver hair.

She glanced at the man.

It was obvious that this man was the type of person with an extremely strong willpower that she had spoken of.

"But …" Feng Zhi retracted her gaze, "Compared to the Nine Star Lightning Controlling Technique, although the Thousand Threads may not seem like much and the amount of damage it causes is not as much as the Nine Star Lightning Controlling Technique, but the Thousand Threads are directly used on a person's soul. How many people can endure a soul injury like this?"

The soul.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts when they heard this.

A human's soul was an existence that no one could control. Even so, when the soul was damaged, naturally no one would be able to endure that kind of pain.

In fact, Feng Zhi used words that everyone could understand to say it.

The Thousand Threads are spells that can only be used by cultivators after reaching the Nascent Soul stage. Using powerful spiritual sense as a guide, the Thousand Threads attach themselves to a person's spiritual sense and then attack them.

To cultivator, they would rather be chopped into thousands of pieces than be tied with thousands of threads.

Even if this was in the Profound Martial Continent, where the warriors here could not cultivate their spirit sense, in reality, they still had their own spirit sense, just that their spirit sense could not be like the cultivator's, and become stronger along with the growth of the cultivator's strength.

How could the man's spiritual sense, which he had never experienced before, resist the pain caused by the thousand silk threads on his spiritual sense?

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that these threads were akin to a thousand cuts to the soul.

Although it was formless, it was much more terrifying than being chopped into pieces.

The others looked at the silver net that was faintly discernible on the man's body. No, it was actually a thousand strands of silk. In the end, they could not help but feel fear and turned their gazes away.

Just listening to Feng Zhi's description, they were already chilled to the bone, they could not imagine what kind of pain the man was currently enduring.

Those young warriors finally experienced the true terror of Feng Zhi.

Now, thinking back to how they almost started a fight with Feng Zhi with no regards to their lives, they trembled in fear.

At this moment, the man being bound by thousands of threads clenched his teeth tightly. Due to the pain, his originally handsome face had become twisted.

He struggled to move his head and looked at Feng Zhi, "You … "Hiss …" "Ugh …" Really … Ah … "Well done …"

This simple sentence, because of the unbearable pain, was divided by the man several times, only missing a stammer.

Feng Zhi laughed coldly, "Of course I'm doing well. Moreover, this is only just the beginning.

Play slowly.

With Feng Zhi's current expression, saying those words would cause people to feel fear.

After Feng Zhi finished speaking, she leisurely walked over to the man and squatted down in front of him. She was enjoying all of the man's pain at a close distance.

Using the small and exquisite jade sword in her hand to pat the man's twisted face, Feng Zhi spoke with a slightly praising tone, "Look at this face, it's much more pleasing to the eye than before …"

Even though he was surrounded by infinite pain, the man could not help but glare at Feng Zhi when he heard him.

Feng Zhi then let out another cold snort.

"You still have the strength to glare at me? "Seems like it's still not painful enough!"

With that said, a small, black glass bottle appeared in Feng Zhi's hand.

Although it was made of glass, no one could see what was inside because of the black color.

However …

Since Feng Zhi was able to take it out at this time, she knew that it was definitely not a good item, right?

No, to Feng Zhi, this was truly a good thing.

Something that could make this man suffer even more was obviously a good thing.

She carefully opened the cap of the bottle, and then, before Feng Zhi could do anything, extremely tiny pieces of densely packed glass bottle began to slowly crawl out from within the dark glass bottle.

Ants?

These ants were much smaller than the normal ants. The moment they smelled the man's blood, the orderly ants felt like they had suddenly been thrown into a pan of oil. They instantly boiled over and rushed towards the man.

In the eyes of others, ants were not a threat at all. With just a light press of the finger, a large portion of them would die.

But now, these ants that were at most the size of sesame seeds broke the innate impression of everyone. As soon as they climbed onto the man's wounds, they suddenly drilled into his body through the wounds.

One, two, three …

Within an extremely short period of time, all the ants had crawled into the man's body.

At this time, the man's already twisted face became like a ball of hemp that had been twisted countless times. It was impossible to see its original shape, and his eyes seemed as if they would fall out at any moment.

Aooo …

In the next moment, the wild beast like roar rang in everyone's ears.

Obviously, those ants were just as lethal as a thousand strands of silk.

Feng Zhi raised her lips again, and explained in an extremely kind manner: "Bone Devouring Ants, it is widely accepted that people can taste something that feels worse than death. How about it, is it fun?"

If it was before, the man at least still had a bit of energy to glare at Feng Zhi, then now, the man did not even have the energy to stare. Even if he still had strength, he had used all of it to scream at Feng Zhi, how could he still glare at Feng Zhi?

Other than Feng Zhi's voice, all they could hear was that man's suppressed roar.

As Feng Zhi listened to her enemy's painful howls, the smile on her face became deeper.

Listen, this is the enemy's howl of pain.

But really …

How wonderful!