Underneath Lan Waihu was a bloody pond that was gushing with blood. Many skulls were dancing within the savage sea. Her body was chained up by four thin silver chains as she was suspended in the air. The chains were not locking her limbs but instead passed through her humerus and ankle bones.
It was excruciating. Her small face was pale, and her forehead was full of sweat. Drop by drop collected at her chin, and from her chin, they dropped like puddles of sweat.
Within the vast emptiness of the skull's eyes were wicked red lights, as if staring at Lan Waihu, thinking of jumping out and devouring her blood and flesh
For a couple of times, the white teeth of the skulls were about to brush themselves against the sole of her feet. She bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from letting out a cry. She was in pain! And in fear! However, no one was there to save her.
