Chapter 7: Seeking Opportunity Amid Chaos
“Ahhh—!!”
Feng Guan’s shrill, agonized screams echoed back and forth within the dark, damp underground prison, sending chills down the spine.
Upon the strange net of black and crimson threads, countless bloodthirsty filaments burrowed relentlessly into his body from every possible opening. Under such unbearable torment, tears and mucus streamed down his face. His shriveled body convulsed wildly like a fish thrown onto dry land as he howled out everything he knew, without the slightest reservation.
In truth, there was no need for Li Shun to remind him at all. Under such flaying, bone-splitting torture, with Feng Guan’s depleted vitality and fragile will, let alone fabricating lies, even the slightest concealment was impossible. He could only spill everything, even the faintest stray thoughts in his mind were forcibly squeezed out by that blood-soaked net.
Meanwhile, Li Shun, standing to the side, appeared no less miserable.
His entire body was drenched in blood. His flesh twitched uncontrollably under the侵蝕 of the filaments, and broken, ragged breaths escaped from his throat.
But in reality…
From the very moment the torture began, Li Shun’s primary consciousness had already shed its shell like a cicada, retreating into the Fangcun space within his body.
The physical body left behind in the outside world merely endured the pain through instinct. The suffering perceived by his consciousness had already been greatly diminished, reduced to less than a tenth of its true intensity.