"Heh, kid, you'll be on your knees begging me to leave you one patch of skin intact!"
The Blue-clothed Deacon's voice turned cold. His smile grew colder still, until it twisted into something vicious.
He could no longer bear to let Mo Xie breathe another moment. He began chanting a strange incantation.
The words appeared as visible Gray notes, floating around the Blue-clothed Deacon and forming ribbons of Gray.
The ribbons intertwined, weaving themselves into a Gray door covered in engraved curses.
The Gray door slowly opened. A dark green beam shot out and locked onto Mo Xie inside the enormous Iron Cage.
Mo Xie was certain a pair of hate-filled eyes was watching him. When the monster stepped through the Gray door, he finally saw what it looked like.
Its entire body was grayish-black. Its wrinkled skin had been branded again and again with strangely shaped irons, leaving crisscrossing marks that crawled across it like tiny centipedes.
It was almost identical to a Black Beast Demon in build, yet there was a vast difference between them. The aura it gave off alone was much stronger.
A cursed stench of decay and evil clung to it. This Black Beast Demon was probably far stronger than the ordinary ones.
"Remember this. It's a Cursed Beast Demon. Before we throw a living person into the pool to soak, we torture him until he's brimming with resentment. The stronger his hatred, the greater the chance he'll become a Cursed Beast Demon."
"And you're the next Cursed Beast Demon I've chosen."
The Blue-clothed Deacon pointed at Mo Xie and grinned.
Mo Xie frowned as he looked at the Cursed Beast Demon.
Judging by its aura, the monster had reached Warrior Level. But...
"You don't honestly think one Cursed Beast Demon is enough to capture