Pillar Workshop, Star Workshop Building, Underground Secret Room.
Lan Suhua, tightly bound, opened his mouth in pain, but couldn't utter a sound.
His tongue had already been cut off before he was imprisoned here.
But Lan Suhua still considered himself lucky because he had seen with his own eyes that the slaves transported with him were thrown on the road as bait to feed the demons as flesh. Thus, they earned the chance to survive and reached Thunder City.
Unfortunately, arriving at Thunder City as a slave was not the end of the nightmare but the beginning of another.
The viscous medicine smeared on his body began to take effect, stinging his skin as if burning.
His exposed upper body felt as though tortured by flames; the agony drove him nearly insane, yet he couldn't even manage a basic scream.
