The sound of dripping was incessant!
The fresh, blood-red blood kept dripping down from Qin Ling's various wounds, filling his proud heart with an unbearable sense of defeat as he awaited death.
"This is a method used by a foreign cult to punish their criminals. They cut many wounds on the person's body and slowly let them bleed, making the criminal endure the agony of death approaching! Hehe, pretty good, isn't it? It is said to be the closest thing to death itself!"
Li Feng squatted down and said indifferently, looking at Qin Ling's pale face filled with the look of defeat.
"You really are a lucky guy, to have the chance to taste such a special way of dying!"
Listening to Li Feng's mocking words, Qin Ling's pride shattered instantly like glass hitting the ground, leaving him feeling like a mere toy in Li Feng's hands, at the mercy of Li Feng's whims, with no power to resist, overwhelming his mind!
