Dozen of seconds later, the electric shock was cut off. Shang Ke stopped shuddering, but all he could feel was weakness engulfing his entire body. His complexion was white like snow, and traces of burns were visible on his skin. His veins had contracted to create a net-like design, appearing like a tattoo. But, what was strange was that his face was completely free of any injuries.
"Cage, how do you feel?" Charlton coldly smiled and asked.
How did he feel? He had a feeling of desire, to either become immortal or to die. Shang Ke glanced at the middle of the wall. This glance carried some charm, shocking the people on the other side of the wall, and causing their heartbeats to speed up.
This evildoer! If he wasn't Utrecht's son, then they would definitely be able to obtain endless benefits by taking him home.
How could Shang Ke know of these guys' dirty minds, much less that he had already evoked their twisted desire.
