"Good!"
Watching Brother Nan, who usually acted so high and mighty, get easily manipulated and left with zero room to fight back, the miners watching from afar could not help but burst into hearty cheers.
As for the so-called Brother Nan, he had now followed in the footsteps of those two big men, collapsing into the corner of the wall. Yet rather than losing consciousness, his expression was twisted and the veins on his face bulged one after another, as if he were bearing the weight of a thousand catties.
Huo Yuhao gazed coldly at his painful face. He had never been someone fond of killing, and when facing such scoundrels he would now adopt another, much gentler method of reform through labor.
Using his two major Mental Attribute soul skills, Mental Sensitivity and Mental Illusion, he constructed a scene for Brother Nan that felt as real as it was illusory.
There was a deep cave where only a few dim Soul Guidance Lamps provided a weak glow in the pitch-black mine shaft, making it even harder for Brother Nan-who was now left with only a single eye-to make out his surroundings. In truth, even this sole remaining eye was of no use, appearing exceptionally hollow and dull.
Brother Nan's hands gripped a pickaxe, hacking away at the hard ground strike after strike. He had no idea why he was doing this, as if it were an instinct carved deep into his soul.
With no soul power whatsoever to be felt, the mechanical digging had long since transformed into a bodily instinct, apathetically mining the ore deep within this unknown cave. Time lost its meaning as it slipped away unnoticeably, leaving behind nothing but endless exhaustion and torment for both flesh and mind.
Another major application of Mental Sensitivity: Mental