But he was still far from the end.
Suddenly, Timothy appeared at one end of the chain, flashing him a sinister smile.
He grabbed the chain and shook it vigorously with laughter.
The chain shook, and Ya Shitian fell instantly, but luckily he held onto the chain.
However, the chain was too hot, and his hands smoked continuously.
Ya Shitian gritted his teeth tightly, his face full of pain.
Yet he persisted.
A hint of madness flashed in Timothy's eyes, and he shook the chain even harder.
"Ya Shitian, go die, go die—"
"Ah—" Ya Shitian suddenly fell into the fire pit, letting out a painful roar.
"No!" Ye Anqi jolted awake from her nightmare.
Her face was full of terror, her forehead covered in sweat.
Even though it was just a dream, tears still welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Because it was just too painful.
Even if it was a dream, she couldn't accept it.
If it were real, she would be heartbroken to death.
So Ya Shitian must not be in trouble.
