Countless tiny black whirlpools surged and converged within the dantian.

Tang Yan felt as if his dantian was being devoured by millions of ants, the piercing pain constantly stimulating his nerves. Beads of sweat the size of beans immediately appeared on his forehead, his brows tightly furrowed as he struggled to endure the excruciating pain.

"Pop, pop, pop..."

Inside the dantian, under the destruction of countless tiny whirlpools, bursts of explosive sounds erupted. The increasingly piercing pain almost caused Tang Yan to faint.