My methods were somewhat horrifying, but mercy toward one's enemies was cruelty toward oneself.
Leng Xiufeng before me had already cried and screamed himself half to death.
"Brother Jiang really has some methods!"
Zhang Yuchen spoke.
Tian Yong drew a sharp breath, his face turning cold. Pinning down the ghost of a Leng Family junior, he stabbed a knife into its buttocks, making that Leng Family demon Daoist cry out in agony.
The others followed suit.
With someone even crueler and bloodier than them—me—setting the example, they all let loose.
Lu Yao broke the fingers of a female Leng Family evil cultivator one by one.
Daoist Qingshan simply sliced off one of his opponent's ears.
Mao Jing pierced straight through his opponent's arm...
Compared to me, they were still somewhat less cruel.
The Leng Family had few members to begin with. After this great battle, some were dead and others injured.
With Leng Xiufeng, a powerful combatant, and that formidable Old Ghost from before both killed, the Leng Family had completely lost the ability to resist.
Before long, more than a dozen Leng Family members had all been knocked to the ground.
More than a dozen Leng Family ghosts were also pinned down and tortured.
By now, not only were the people on our side watching, even Leng Xiurong on the other side kept glancing over.
"Cry out! Cry louder!"
Lu Zheng, covered in wounds, kept shouting.
Pan Ling held steel needles and repeatedly jabbed them into a Leng Family ghost.
The Lu Family members also continued to strike, torturing every Leng Family member present...
"Ah! Ah..."
"It hurts, it hurts!"
"My intestines, my intestines are coming out!"
"Don't stab my eyes, don't stab my eyes!"
"Aunt Xiurong, save me!"
"Grandma Xiurong, I-I'm about to die, die..."
"..."
At that