San Xing, rolling in anguish, thought he was going mad. "What sins have I committed? What kind of death am I earning?"
Three layers were applied...
"Ah! No, Boss Tang, I'm dying, please save me!" San Xing shouted loudly. Three layers, with each lasting half an hour, meant there was still another hour to go.
Damn, the pain was so intense, he felt like everything inside him was going to burst out.
"I really can't do anything about this. The substance has already been absorbed by your body; I am powerless. Just bear with it a little longer. Look, you've endured half an hour already, another hour is nothing," Tang Rao said with a smile.
San Xing: "..."
Thus, Tang Rao, Han Shuang, Li Yuze, Chao Xia, and Hu Ge, five of them, just watched for an hour.
Watching San Xing rolling back and forth, screaming like a madman.
When he finally stood up from the ground, San Xing's body was drenched in sweat.
