"Ugh... ah!" "Ugh..."
Cries of anguish and miserable screams rose now and then from the secluded room.
The voices were weak and feeble, yet laden with pain.
Even without seeing them, one could imagine how much the people behind those voices were suffering.
The seven or eight captured market ward guards had their spiritual power sealed and were bound to stone pillars, unable to move.
Their clothes were torn, hanging from their bodies like ragged strips of cloth that could no longer cover them fully.
The flesh exposed to the air bore shocking bloody marks and wounds, with skin torn open and flesh laid bare.
Blood had soaked through their clothing, covering its original colors with a dark red hue.
Missing fingernails, branded faces, split scalps, mutilated limbs...
Everything testified to the inhuman torture they had endured.
Creak.
The door creaked open, and a man and a woman walked in, rousing the tortured cultivators.
"Senior, I've already told you everything I should. Could you let me go now?"
"Senior, every word I said was true. I really haven't concealed anything!"
"Senior..."
Even after enduring such torture, these cultivators who had chosen to surrender still clung to a sliver of hope, refusing to abandon their chance at survival.
True enough. Even ants cling to life.
Liu Yu felt a faint touch of emotion as he looked at these cultivators, but there was not the slightest pity in his eyes.
His face remained expressionless, leaving his thoughts impossible to read.
"Senior Brother, all the captured cultivators are here."
Leng Yuexin spoke.
Looking at the blood-drenched scene, a sickly fascination flashed through her eyes, and a smile appeared on her pale face, as though she were admiring exquisite works of art.
She had volunteered to handle the interrogation. Several of the works before