Overwhelming pressure.
Crack!
The whip they'd confiscated earlier came in handy. Qingyao Demoness snapped it with a sharp, crisp crack, then grinned as she approached Zhou Hua, whose face was full of panic.
"Old sir, which style do you like? This servant can satisfy you!"
Tying people up was a skill snakes were born with, maxed out from the start.
Ding! Turtle Shell Bind!
Ding! Dragon-and-Snake Bind!
Ding! Mountain-Moving Bind!
Ding! Airplane Bind!
Ding...
The former Elder Zhuo Yong of the mighty Nine Provinces Xuan Association was just about to be played to pieces!
Nearby, Little Demoness Hong Li held up her phone, filming Zhou Hua as he was arranged into all sorts of poses and capturing the darkest moment of his life.
He couldn't live, couldn't die!
Falling into Great Demon Li's hands, he'd have been better off dying sooner.
But Li Xiao Bai was such a kind soul, which made this all the more damn painful.
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
Shi Boxue wasn't looking at Li Bai at all. His gaze was fixed on a corner of the screen.
Zhou Hua, who'd been twisted into what seemed like eighteen different poses, was like a toy doll. He'd gone from struggling at first to numbness in the end. It was easy to imagine that the psychological scars from this would never heal.
No wonder the traitors outside the gates looked so frantic. Anyone would have found this impossible to swallow.
"Li Bai, you..."
The video call suddenly dropped without warning. Shi Boxue tapped the video call function again, but nothing happened.
After waiting a few more minutes, he finally gave up and returned the phone to Lin Xiaoya. "Get ready for battle!"
Li Bai's side had suddenly gone offline. Perhaps the traitors had finally noticed something and cut off the