Half an hour later, Lv Shan and the others had been beaten until they looked like pigs' heads. They lay on the ground, barely alive, without the strength to utter another word. It was a miserable sight.
Even if their relatives came here, they probably would not be able to recognize what they had originally looked like.
"Xia Ping!"
Lv Shan and the others gnashed their teeth, practically forcing those words out through the gaps between them. They understood now—if that bastard Xia Ping had not run his mouth, how could this have happened?
That bastard was not trying to save them at all. He was trying to get them killed! Though they had no idea what Xia Ping was plotting, one thing was certain: it could not possibly benefit them.
But whatever they said now was useless. It would all be dismissed as human lies. Even if they tried to expose something, few aliens would believe them.
Besides, they had been beaten half to death. They could not get a word out even if they wanted to.
After giving the human captives a brutal beating, the elders of the Five Great Races immediately felt much better. At last, they had vented some of the anger Xia Ping had stirred up in them on these prisoners.
"What do we do now? Should we kill these human captives? Otherwise, if they really coordinate an attack from within and without three nights from now, we may suffer grievous losses."
The Drought Demon Clan elder was brimming with killing intent.
"Absolutely not." The Machine Race elder shook its head. "What is the point of killing them now? They are merely helpless captives. Killing them would only alert the enemy and put that human on guard."
"In fact, they want to plot against us—but