The bloodcurdling screams lasted for nearly a full hour before gradually fading. Many who had initially listened with morbid curiosity had long since paled and fled. No matter how powerful one was, they were still human. How could anyone remain completely unmoved by such a horrifying sound?
Han Wentong's death was utterly terrifying. His eyes seemed ready to bulge from their sockets, filled with terror and regret.
If only he had known it would come to this, why did he ever start down that path?
The physical blows were nothing compared to the mental torment. In the end, Han Wentong's Spiritual Power was completely depleted before he finally died.
Leng Yao was also pale and weak-limbed, but she stood strong, watching as Han Wentong was tortured to his last moment, dying of heart failure.
Two streams of clear tears ran down her cold, beautiful face. She leaned gently against Qin Li's chest, saying nothing.
Qin Li's eyes narrowed. 'Just as I expected!'
