"Aghhhh!"
Another pained scream came from within the tent and the surrounding crowd merely looked with a bit of dread. After all, who else would be in there but the Witch that caused those screams?
None of them wanted to be inside that tent.
And with each scream that came, Ying Yi's men did their best to restrain themselves. Even as their faces were stone cold, their knuckles were white.
Perhaps it should've been them in the tent, not their leader.
"You're quite tenacious, aren't you? Most would've begged for death by now."
Inside, Zhi Jinguo stood in front of him as he was chained to a chair. There were no wounds on him, not even a scratch and yet sweat drenched his body. His expression was a mix of exhaustion and agony. Even then his eyes were still strong, they were still bright.
He stayed silent, not breaking his stare from hers.
