Yun scoffed. "You only noticed now? Too late!"
The metal fragment pinched in her hand twisted into a subtle curve, then shot out with the force of her fingertips.
The scrap of iron instantly turned red, shuddering as the compressed energy suddenly erupted. A violent explosion sent the guards flying.
Dazzling blood swept past their eyes. Flying flesh stuck to the walls, leaving sticky streaks of blood.
Then those lumps of flesh began to gather together.
The others, still unharmed, went pale with terror.
Yun took a step forward, carrying the prisoner, and the guards took a step back.
The remaining guards pressed themselves into the corners, not daring to meet her eyes. They could only watch her leave.
After all, no one wanted to be blasted into minced flesh and then wait in excruciating pain for their flesh and blood to reassemble.
It was simply the greatest torture in the world.
The disheveled prisoner trembled uncontrollably and began pledging his loyalty in a shaking voice.
"Leader, I've actually wanted to join the Rebel Army for a long time. This rotten world is just too unbearable. Seriously, Leader, could you give me a chance?"
Please, give me a chance. Don't let me end up looking like that, okay?
The disheveled prisoner pleaded, trying to save his wretched life with sincerity.
Yun continued forward with a sneer, searching for the two figures as she scoffed.
"You won't die. What are you afraid of?"
The disheveled prisoner fell silent for a long time. "But it hurts. It really hurts. It hurts enough to drive you mad, enough to destroy every shred of dignity you have as a human being."
Only then did Yun lower her head and glance at him.
"Fine. You've got potential, and a mind of your own. Much better