"Ah…"
"You'll all die! One… One day… My brother will kill you all…"
"It hurts… Their Soul-Slashing Whip is crushing my saint soul."
…
Four monks from the evil way in grey stood outside Yin and Yang Palace, whipping the seventeen heads, rotating.
The seventeen heads had been drained of blood, and nobody could even see their faces.
Bang Bang!
After every whip, the heads screamed in agony, which made Yin and Yang Palace all the more terrifying. No monks dared spend more time around the palace than they had to.
A dwarf that was only five feet tall sneered, "It's been three days, yet Zhang Ruochen doesn't even dare come save you. He's nothing but a coward."
"Why would he have the guts to come to Yin and Yang Palace. Even if he does, he'll die no matter what."
And then, an absolute saint from Thousand Devil Field laughed and whipped a head again.
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