He just never thought the day would come when such punishment would befall him.
With each strike of the whip, his body endured the torturous pain of a thousand ants gnawing his bones.
As a frail member of the Demon Race, he couldn't withstand the lashes. After only a few, his body was already at death's door.
Devon Taylor just watched coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth or compassion.
A moment passed, and as he saw Lexi Carr's breath growing faint, he finally gave an order.
"Splash a bucket of water on him to wake him up. I have many questions to ask. Don't let him die on us!"
"Yes."
One of his subordinates promptly responded and, without hesitation, threw a bucket of water over him.
Drenched with the cold water, Lexi Carr shivered violently, regaining his senses, but the severe whipping left him in terrible shape, his lips pale and his face marked by a pathological paleness.
