The burning sensation was like a small bug drilling into his bone marrow. Hector Sattler was in so much pain that he wanted to die. He curled up on the ground and roared.
A ninth-level marquis finally begging for mercy after being hit by tendon-splitting and bone-dislocating pain.
"Kill me! Kill me now!" he said hoarsely.
"Answer my question!" Sadie Dudley had an otherworldly indifference.
It was not that she wanted to hurt Hector. It was her young master who had been embroiled in this mess. Sadie had to investigate thoroughly.
Hector was being tortured to the limit.
He wanted to disperse his cultivation and end it himself.
Sadie raised her left hand slightly and slammed her palm down. An invisible force pressed her body onto the ground, making her unable to move. All the force in her body was scattered.
She did not even give him a chance to commit suicide.
As for Hector, there was no need to pity him.
