True Martial Night King looked at Zhuo Baiye and said calmly, "I've already released your family."
A flicker of excitement crossed Zhuo Baiye's eyes, but she said nothing.
"Look ahead," True Martial Night King said calmly.
Zhuo Baiye looked up. There was a huge pit ahead, and inside it were hundreds of White Night Clan members—or, more precisely, hundreds of members of the White King Lineage. They all had the Cage Technique branded on their foreheads. Among them were old people, women, and children. Beside the pit stood several thousand people, all gazing into it in grief. They all had family members inside.
Zhuo Baiye's pupils contracted, and she couldn't help taking a few steps forward.
"See? They're all members of your White King Lineage. I didn't bring you here for any particular reason. I'm just in a bad mood and wanted to blow off some steam." As he spoke, True Martial Night King raised a hand and moved a finger.
The White Night Clan members around the pit began to tremble. Then they started filling it in. They were going to bury everyone inside alive.
Those people were their family. They had to bury their own loved ones with their own hands. Even as those loved ones wailed and cried out, even with their parents, spouses, and children among them, they still had to bury them alive. That was the Cage Technique.
Zhuo Baiye's face turned deathly pale. "Stop! Stop!" She grabbed True Martial Night King by the collar, her eyes bloodshot as she screamed, "You stop this! What are you doing? What do you want me to do? Tell me! Say something!"
True Martial Night King didn't move, letting Zhuo Baiye clutch him tightly.
The cruel live burial continued nearby. The people being buried cried and screamed, while