A middle-aged woman's painful voice continued to echo in the prison. She was hanging naked in midair, her hands and feet bound by chains to both sides of the room. Her body was covered in numerous wounds from the stabs and slashes of the swords, and black blood continued to flow out of her wounds.
Seeing her condition, a young woman stuffed a pill in her mouth and said. "Heh! I'm not done torturing you! I won't let a demon like you die easily, and I will continue to torture you until my sorrow disappears!"
The middle-aged woman could only stare at the young woman in front of her with blurry eyes. It had been two days since she had tortured her with a sword. Whenever she felt weak and near death, she gave her a pill, and the pill healed her body quickly.
Soon, another middle-aged woman walked inside. "Xing'er, you better stop this; you've been torturing her for two days straight."
