Yet despite being in such a wretched state, it was still hard to overshadow that person’s ethereal and unearthly aura.
Hearing the commotion, the person slowly raised their head, looking toward Zuo Yan, who stood outside the cell with a smug expression.
However, Zuo Yan’s pale face betrayed him.
Seeing Zuo Yan injured, the person’s heart skipped a beat and they immediately frowned.
Did he go to the Demon Clan again?
If not, how could he be hurt?
At the thought of Zuo Yan possibly slaughtering the Demon Clan wantonly again, the person’s heart surged with anger and hatred.
Seeing the person’s eyes full of pain and hatred, Zuo Yan felt even more pleased.
A strange noise sounded, as if some mechanism had been triggered.
The next moment, an opening appeared on the iron wall behind the person in the cell, with two iron claws extending from within, dragging long iron chains behind them.
The iron claws still bore traces of dried blood, indicating that the person’s shoulder wounds were caused by these very claws.
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Feeling the approach of those iron claws, the person’s eyes held no fear, only a deeper hatred for Zuo Yan outside the cell.
The two iron claws continuously reached out from behind the person, finally grabbing onto their shoulders from the left and right, sinking once more into the unhealed wounds as they had half an hour before.
Ye Qi clenched his fists tightly, the veins bulging on his blood-red knuckles, even his blood vessels became conspicuous, his vision flickering between darkness and light.
His pallor, as white as paper, lost all color, his face covered in cold sweat, with his jaw clamped shut, mouth filled with the taste of blood, yet not a single sound escaped.
The two iron claws, bearing fresh blood, retracted into the iron wall, waiting for the next appearance in half an hour...
Ye Qi’s clenched fists did not loosen for a long time, he still could not ease the agony no normal person could endure.
Cold sweat mixed with blood flowed into his eyes, making it difficult for him to open them.
Zuo Yan sneered, raised a hand, and opened the cell door.
He stepped in, walking leisurely.
The floor, stained red with Ye Qi’s blood, left almost no place to step.
Zuo Yan seemed a little disgusted by the blood-covered ground, yet still walked toward Ye Qi step by step, treading in the blood.
Zuo Yan asked with a smile.
"You see, if you had just saved yourself, wouldn’t that have been better? Why bother with whether those people live or die. You’ve been caught here for so many days, has anyone you saved come looking for you?"
"... What did you do to them?!" As Ye Qi spoke, fresh blood flowed from his mouth.
His weak voice, due to the severity of his injuries, was heartrending.
"Them? Rest assured, they are either as miserable as you or worse."
Upon hearing Zuo Yan’s words, Ye Qi’s hands, which had loosened, clenched tightly once more.
"Oh right, your brother who was born just two months ago, accidentally got dropped and died by a trembling hand of someone under me, and your parents, I suppose..." Zuo Yan frowned, shook his head with a smile, full of regret in tone, yet his face was filled with smugness.
Ye Qi froze, he stiffly raised his gaze, staring incredulously at Zuo Yan’s smug face.
At this moment, besides the sound of the sky collapsing, Ye Qi heard nothing else.
It was as if a bomb exploded in his head, roaring and tearing violently through his nerves.