This feeling was not unfamiliar to Fang Zheng.
A bone-chilling cold streamed down his veins all the way to the depths of his soul, bringing pain that felt as if he were being burned. The darkness within his heart began to stir and emerge, as if a bomb had been thrown into the burning fervor of a fire, simply waiting for the right moment to explode...
This was the power of the Abyss, the dark side of humanity, the power of the Dark Soul.
Indeed, burning him was the right choice.
