Duan Yun looked at the two people, his face serious as he said, "I've already grasped a bit of what you and your kind are up to. Rest assured, I will kill every last one of you and what backs you."
"Not a single one left."
As he spoke, his hand rose and the blade fell, severing both of their arms and legs.
All that remained for them was the itch, an itch that couldn't be stopped, an itch that couldn't be scratched.
In the next moment, Duan Yun flicked his knife again, and their tongues flew out, preventing them from biting down to end their lives.
He wanted them to suffer endlessly and die from the itch.
"Old Demon Duan, you, you won't die a good death!"
With their tongues removed, their previously sharp tongues could no longer form clear words.
Everyone watching was stunned.
Some had already heard of Duan Yun's demonic tortures, and witnessing it firsthand today, they could only acknowledge that the demon's methods were indeed extreme.
