The Grandmasters' shoulder blades were pierced by hooks, and the bloodstains on these hooks had formed a thick layer of grime, uneven like a wolf fang club.
Their feet were 20 centimeters off the ground, dangling in the air, and under each Grandmaster, there was a pool of fresh blood, indescribable in its pain.
Moreover, it seems Mr. Zhen'e has used some kind of medicine, preventing the Grandmasters from fainting, forcing them to endure the pain every single second.
Su Yue couldn't bear to look at the expressions on these Grandmasters' faces.
Too miserable.
One of the Grandmasters was already elderly, and he had been tortured to the limit. If this continues, he might be tortured to death at any moment.
