"That's for later. Right now, we should watch the final scene."
"Tang Yuehua's manner of death will definitely exceed your imagination!"
Qian Daoliu's face was full of mockery as he looked toward the golden Heavenly Screen overhead.
"Yue Hua's manner of death..."
Tang Chen endured the agonizing pain in his body and struggled to open his heavy eyes, fixing his gaze firmly on the golden Heavenly Screen above.
The golden light within the Heavenly Screen slowly stirred, and an image gradually unfolded amid the radiance, like ripples spreading across a tranquil lake.
Dim crimson lamplight flickered like dying candles, casting mottled shadows across the deathly pale walls.
The warped black shadows dragged out by the swaying chains overlapped layer upon layer with the light and shadows on the walls, forming a bizarre scene that sent chills down one's spine.
The iron rack gleamed with a cold, hard metallic sheen, and Tang Yuehua was tightly bound to its cross-shaped frame.
The flesh around her wrists and ankles had been rubbed raw, while her cracked lips resembled dead wood parched by a long drought.
Dark red blood scabs filled the deep grooves in her skin. Only the faint, nearly imperceptible rise and fall of her chest proved that life had not yet left this body.
Dozens of transparent test tubes, like poisoned ice spikes, densely pierced every part of her limbs and body.
The silver patterns etched into the tube walls seemed alive, faintly glowing as the dark red blood slowly flowed through them, radiating an eerie luster.
Drops of blood slowly climbed the slanted walls of the test tubes, gathering into plump droplets at the joints near their openings before falling into a crystal container nearby.
The container had already accumulated nearly half a pool of thick blood, dark in color