Aaah—
At that moment, Chu Feng felt a powerful hurricane envelop him, and then his body uncontrollably fell into the Immortal Armament Furnace.
In the blink of an eye, his body was swallowed by the raging flames, and his physical form was almost completely destroyed in an instant.
At this point, it was far from simply falling into an Immortal Armament Furnace.
It was as if he had fallen into hell itself, enduring the torment of hellfire.
That level of pain was something even Chu Feng could hardly bear, and he couldn't help but let out a heart-rending roar.
"Chu Feng, you'd better endure a little longer. Don't disappoint me."
Linghu Mingye watched with a smile as Chu Feng was scorched by the raging flames inside the Immortal Armament Furnace.
Watching Chu Feng struggle amid the flames, wearing that expression of utter agony, he actually felt quite satisfied—nearly excited.
He had absolutely no desire to seize Chu Feng and the others' Runes of Light.
Even though Chu Feng and the others' Runes of Light were so powerful, he had zero interest in them.
Because in his view, making Chu Feng and the others endure this kind of torture, and then waiting until they could no longer bear it and voluntarily surrendered everything, choosing on their own to leave this Ancestral Martial Cultivation World—
That was the cruelest punishment of all.
"Hm?"
But before long, Linghu Mingye's expression shifted, and a flicker of displeasure crept into his previously excited gaze.
He noticed that Chu Feng, who had been crying out in pain moments ago, had now gone silent.
Chu Feng's face was still twisted in agony, and his physical body continued to be destroyed by the flames within the Immortal Armament Furnace, only to be reborn thanks to the formation's protection—over and over again.
But Chu Feng no longer let out those agonized screams.
He had actually endured it.
This caused Linghu Mingye's brows to furrow slightly, his displeasure growing.
But soon, a cold smile curled at the corners of his lips as he said, "Interesting. Compared to the others, you really are somewhat different."
"But I'd like to see just how long you can hold out."
After speaking, Linghu Mingye thrust both palms forward, and vast martial power surged from his hands, merging into the Immortal Armament Furnace.
Boom—
In an instant, the furnace grew even larger, and the flames within became even more violent.
The flames even began to emit piercing roars and guttural growls.
Those sounds weren't coming from Chu Feng—they were the flames. The flames themselves were roaring.
Those were no longer mere flames; they were practically crimson beasts, constantly tearing at Chu Feng, shredding him apart again and again.
Under these circumstances, the pain on Chu Feng's face grew ever more intense, but he still did not let out another cry of agony.
He truly endured it. Even though Linghu Mingye had amplified the power of the Immortal Armament Furnace, Chu Feng still held firm.
Meanwhile, on the plaza of the main domain, everyone was still gathered there.