The chains pressed so tightly against his flesh, and the pain was so distinct, that Fang Yun could even feel the rise and fall of every pattern on the chains through his flesh.
Fang Yun felt as though blade after blade were passing through his body, slicing it slowly and forcefully.
Fang Yun clenched his teeth, refusing to make the slightest sound.
From beginning to end, Fang Yun never cried out.
And it was not only Fang Yun who remained silent. Everyone else did the same.
Whether Grand Academicians or Demon Kings, none spoke a word. At most, they occasionally let out a muffled groan.
Wei Huangan was uninhibited in his behavior and reckless with his words.
Xiong Tu was savage and arrogant, roaring at the slightest provocation.
Xiong Sha was somewhat timid, forever looking ahead and behind before acting.
The Ancient Ape King was careless and loose-tongued.
Yet not one of them cried out in pain now, nor did they curse to vent their anguish.
The humans were Grand Academicians; the demons were Demon Kings.
Before punishment, their pride would not bend!
Fang Yun swept his peripheral vision across the Crime Hall. He was faring somewhat better, but several Grand Academicians with weaker bodies had already bitten their teeth to pieces from the pain, and blood began flowing from the corners of their mouths.
Although the Demon Race had powerful bodies and strong regenerative abilities, their bodies were enormous, and they bore far more chains than the Human Race. Moreover, none of the wounds being scorched by the chains' flames could heal.
An unusual smile appeared at the corners of Fang Yun's mouth. Suddenly, his entire body convulsed, his skin split and his flesh tore, and blood poured out.
Unlike everyone else, however, once Fang Yun's blood flowed out,