The next moment, their consciousnesses appeared together in the Void.
"Come, let me demonstrate how to make a person truly feel pain."
In the Void, a thought from the Pain Demon Lord conjured a vision of Purgatory. Countless souls endured its torments there, their wails and suffering filling every corner.
"Is that all?" Wen Yan sounded somewhat disdainful.
The Pain Demon Lord continued to alter the scene, even conjuring images of cultists worshipping him.
Wen Yan watched these intensely shocking images, his brow furrowed.
"Too superficial. Still relying on gore, with blood and guts everywhere? That whole routine is so outdated."
"Then you show me," said the Pain Demon Lord.
With a thought, Wen Yan caused a figure, mangled by torture in Purgatory, to fly out from the scene.
"After so long, he must be numb by now, don't you think? Look, even his wails have become monotonous."
