"Continue." Clown laughed.
Qin Ge didn't say anything. The small knife in his hand cut down on his arm without hesitation. The cut severed a strand of flesh from his arm. The pain from the small wound was something that normal people could endure. However, given the pain amplification magic, the pain caused Qin Ge's body to tremble and he gritted his teeth.
Fortunately, Qin Ge didn't do what the yellow-scarved warrior did, so he could still endure it. He only moaned in pain once, and beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.
The soldiers on the city wall who saw the scene had solemn expressions. They revealed a faint trace of worry, as if they felt the same pain as Qin Ge.
Just by looking at the cut and knowing that the pain was being amplified, the soldiers could imagine how much torment Qin Ge was suffering.
"Hmph!"
