Qi Luo's death cast a shadow over the entire Crime Hall that would not easily fade.
A few more days passed, and an instrument of punishment appeared in the flames surrounding a Bear Demon King: a tiny axe.
Once the flames descended, a gigantic, fiery-red axe appeared above that Bear Demon King.
"Thud..."
With a muffled sound, the gigantic axe split the Bear Demon King in two from head to toe. He died before he could even scream.
Xiong Tu roared in grief and rage, "The Crime Hall is unjust! Why doesn't it kill the humans!"
Wei Huangan said weakly, "Save your breath. This is the Dragon Race's Crime-Suppressing Hall. Your Demon Race and the Dragon Race have always been mortal enemies. Since this hall keeps killing prisoners, naturally, it will deal with you first. Only once it has killed all of you will it be our turn. After all, the well water of our Human Race has never mingled with the river water of the Dragon Race."
"How many more days can you humans live? Ten?" Xiong Tu scoffed, sweeping a contemptuous gaze over all the humans.
Every human's clothes had already burned away, leaving them as naked as the Demon Barbarians. Wounds covered their bodies: some had curled-open edges, some were festering, and some were charred black. The worst afflicted had lost all the flesh from an entire leg or arm, exposing stark white bones.
They were Grand Academicians who had undergone repeated baptisms of Literary Qi and eaten Dragon-Pattern Rice or other divine substances. Their bodies were far from ordinary. As long as they suffered no fatal injuries, they could live for a long time.
"As long as we have Void Sage Fang, we have hope!" Meng Jingye said.
"Then I'll shatter your hope! Once I obtain