Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Young Master He, did I do well? II

The two cultists glanced at each other and hurriedly retracted their blood scythes.

But as the chains were pulled back, the sharp hooks on the blood blades tore another bloody wound on the burly cultist's shoulders.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The big guy let out another scream and fell to his knees on the spot from the pain.

As more and more blood gushed out, the crowd finally noticed that in addition to the accidental injuries from his teammates' blood scythes, his body was also covered in numerous thin and precise sword wounds.

These sword marks were like surgical scalpels, all cleverly chopped at the muscle tendons on the man's body, completely immobilizing him. He could only kneel on the ground and be repeatedly injured by everyone's blood scythes.