Chu Feng lowered his eyes and considered for a moment before saying calmly, "If you tell me the full details, I can make your suffering a little less painful."
"You're dreaming!"
Pei Yuerong's eyes split with fury. He suddenly jerked his head aside and slammed it viciously into the skull of a wild wolf waiting to tear at his ear.
The wolf let out a whimper, its brains bursting apart as it dropped dead on the spot. The pack stirred restlessly, retreating in alarm and watching warily, not daring to rush forward recklessly.
"Chu Feng, sooner or later, you'll end up even worse than I have!"
Seizing that brief moment to catch his breath, Pei Yuerong struggled to prop up his mangled body and burst into wild laughter.
His blood-smeared face was caked with dirt and wolf blood, grotesque and horrifying, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.
In the end, the wolves' greed for a Grandmaster's flesh overcame their fear.
After a brief hesitation, they bared their fangs again and swarmed Pei Yuerong, tearing and gnawing at him madly.
Pain instantly swept through his entire body. Pei Yuerong convulsed from the agony, cold sweat mingling with blood as it slid down his body. He felt that life was worse than death.
"Damn beasts! I'll kill you all!"
Pei Yuerong roared furiously, wanting to repeat his trick and fight back with a headbutt. But the wolves had learned their lesson. They avoided his front and focused on his utterly defenseless lower body.
His limbs had been severed, leaving him a human stick, like a silkworm cocoon. He had no strength to resist and could only watch helplessly as his flesh was torn away bit by bit. Despair and pain intertwined, nearly swallowing his consciousness whole.
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