Fresh blood slid down grotesque and horrifying wounds, dripping onto the ground, forming crimson, mottled blood plum blossoms.
The dozen or so individuals suspended in midair contorted their faces in agony, but they couldn't utter a single scream. They could only writhe in unbearable pain.
Not only that, to them, even fainting had become a luxury at this moment.
Because under the augmentation of Xue An's Divine Sense, they were more alert now than they had ever been, many times over.
In this state, every minute trace of pain on their bodies was amplified infinitely. This excruciating agony was enough to completely break a person's spirit.
But clearly, Xue An had no intention of letting them off so easily. Under the suffocating control of his Divine Sense, they could neither die nor faint, nor even let out the faintest cry. They could only silently "savor" this banquet of torment.
This horrifying spectacle unfolded before everyone present.
