In the spacious and dark underground space, a brawny man over two meters tall stood in front of a cross-shaped operating table, his eyes wandering over all kinds of blood-stained hideous props.
On a cross-shaped operating table, a woman covered in blood and flesh was tied up, her breath barely hanging by a thread.
There was not an inch of skin on her body that was intact. There were dozens of fatal wounds all over her body, but she still did not take her last breath. Instead, she stared at the man in front of her with hatred and resentment, as if she wanted to take his face to hell.
haha, as expected of a bronze-rank warrior. I can't get tired of that gaze.
The brawny man took out a triangular-shaped screwdriver with a reverse spike on the top. After gesturing a few times, he found a relatively intact part of his body that was riddled with holes and ruthlessly inserted it.
"Wu!"
