Feng Yi's skin was flushed. Suddenly, an intolerably itchy sensation crept throughout his body. He almost wished he could stab a sharp knife into himself for relief.
"Isn't it time to confess? Who are you, and what is your purpose for joining Wind Thunder?"
The scorching temperature steadily approached Feng Yi's skin. A silver needle aimed at different places on his body - eyes, philtrum, and knuckles, forming a stark contrast to the rapid beats of electronica that quickened with the decreasing distance.
"You have ten seconds to think, nine seconds, eight seconds, three seconds, two seconds..."
Time quickly passed. Multiple needles simultaneously impaled his eyes and several sensitive areas of his body with surgical precision. After a severe pain, Feng Yi blacked out, only to be jolted awake by a sudden blast of cold and heat. The pain he endured had already surpassed the limits of human tolerance.
