At this moment, Fang Hao felt as if he had been thrown into a giant millstone. From all directions—up, down, left, right—came bone-chilling steel needles and red-hot branding irons, relentlessly grinding back and forth across his body and mind. Pain? That was a minor matter; at this point, he could barely feel pain anymore. It was just the cold—a cold so intense that ice crystals seemed to be forming within his bone marrow—followed by the heat—a heat so intense that his internal organs felt like they were being scorched. He was being tossed back and forth between the extremes of ice and fire.
