Lin Ji could only powerlessly sense his body being gradually disintegrated, with extreme despair and fear in his eyes!
"Lin Ji!"
In Song Lichuan's shout, Lin Ji's soul was extracted, transforming into a small special chip imprinted with his desperate and painful face, landing in the hands of the Baron. On that chip, a phantom was constantly floating, uttering intermittent sounds: "Help me... help me..."
Meanwhile, his body maintained a look of fear, like a dried corpse nearing death, collapsing heavily onto the gambling table with a "thud" after being drained.
This horrifying scene left Bian Guanyue pale-faced, covering her mouth, almost vomiting. Song Lichuan's heart was also pounding as he felt the huge restraint from the Bet Chain wrapped around his wrist, a power directly from the God that he couldn't resist!
Before this, it seemed to be just a tool for maintaining the rules, but now, it had turned into the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head!
