Chapter 3793: Where's Ye Yan?

Wu Hong kept begging for mercy, not even trying to fight back. But the guy didn't seem to care at all. "You know how we at the Temple of the Gods deal with escapees?" the man said, taking a swig of wine and eyeing Wu Hong with a smirk. "We cut them up, keep just the brain and nerves in a special container. They stay alive, totally aware, and can feel every bit of pain. We torture them for decades, even centuries, until they finally die." "What?" Wu Hong crumpled to the floor, her face as white as...