When the earth was shrouded in the dark night, the captives who had been busy for the whole day finally heard the bell that signaled the end of work.
line up and hand in the tools. Whoever dares to hide them will be hanged!
The corpse race cultivator in charge of supervising the work had a fierce-looking face. Perhaps it was because he had not absorbed enough vitality, but this guy's appearance was very ferocious. His fat face was full of torn wounds, from which black and red stinky oil kept dripping down.
Even though he was covered in oil and his clothes were stained, he didn't care. He just kept waving the leather whip in his hand and hitting the slow prisoners.
If anyone dared to resist, the whip would hit them harder. The more they resisted, the harder the whip would hit them.
With the Holy Dragon City cultivators behind them, could these bastards turn the world upside down?
