Blazing hot, intense and unbearable.
This was Yan Zhaoge's sole feeling at this moment.
His true essence was already a little unable to protect the clothing on his body's surface which seemed as though it was about to catch ablaze.
A pain like simultaneous stabbing by innumerable needles emanated from his body's surface.
Yan Zhaoge could clearly feel the pain of the Cold Marrow Needles that Feng Yunsheng bore now, just that one of them was hot while the other was cold.
However, they encapsulated every single part of the entire body, not letting a single inch of it slip by, causing one to feel extreme pain that they were unable to resist as it was in no way inferior to that at all!
Amidst his breathing, a fiery hot pain emanated from his nose to his chest.