The torment by Moon Fiend began.
Lin Feng started screaming.
At this moment, Lin Feng already sensed his impending doom.
Locked in with this enraged madwoman… could anything good come out of it?
He would be tortured to the point of skin splitting and bones shattering, unable to seek survival or embrace death!
"No, don't… Boohoo…"
Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Moon Fiend covered his mouth. Lin Feng vaguely saw the completely distorted face of Moon Fiend, lost in despair.
"Lu Ming? Is this the punishment you've prepared for me?
"You're too ruthless!
"Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!"
Little did he know that Lu Ming never considered him, Lin Feng, significant.
If the people from Kebo were jesters, Lin Feng was the king of jesters —but ultimately, an inconsequential one.
Completely unrelated to the bigger picture.
Meanwhile, Lu Ming was advancing.
