Zu Feng City.
The main garrison area for the Flame God King Army's eight million troops was currently beneath the City Lord's Manor. Hashim, Bainadia, and the other sons of the Flame God King were pinned to the ground by strange purple chains.
Every one of them was covered in wounds. Hashim was in the worst condition—his entire skin had been flayed off. The one who had just done it was their eldest brother, Hippocra.
"My brothers, do you know? I've wanted your skin for a very long time. I especially want to hang it in my private space and admire it every day." Hippocra held Hashim's skin up with both hands, admiration in his eyes.
"Madman! You madman! How dare you do this to us? Our armies will never obey your command!" Bainadia roared.
Hippocra burst into wild laughter and tossed Hashim's skin to a black-robed expert behind him. The black-robed man released a burst of firelight and actually transformed into Hashim.
"You... you? Th-this..." Bainadia was dumbfounded.
Enduring the agonizing pain, Hashim cursed, "Even if you win the war, Father will never forgive you. You dare slaughter your own brothers—you will suffer retribution..."
"Retribution? Father?" Hippocra laughed maniacally, laughing so hard that he clutched his stomach and dropped to his knees. Suddenly, he raised his head to look at Hashim. "I won't kill you. I won't kill any of you. I'll wait until that old bastard is released. Then, right in front of him, I'll personally slaughter you all. After that, I'll personally slaughter him too."
Bainadia and the others were stunned, staring at Hippocra in shock. They could not understand why their eldest brother, who was also their father's foremost war commander, would say such things.
"How has Father wronged you?" Hashim growled.
"How? How did my