As Annan finished speaking,
the card marked with the number "seven" suddenly shattered into azure blue light dust.
"Correct answer..."
This was not the answer given by the Rotting Man.
Instead, Annan, gazing at the Rotting Man, said leisurely, "Right?"
The Rotting Man was silent for a while before repeating in a deep voice, "Correct answer.
"Choose your attack points."
"You're scared."
Annan, although physically bound to the throne, seemed to rule over the place.
He stared at the Rotting Man, a cruel smile playing on his lips, "You are indeed scared.
"—This time, I'll just cut you ten times."
As he spoke, Annan flipped over the card marked with the number "ten."
The crimson light flow once again entered the Blade of Oblivion, infusing into the Rotting Man's body.
The Rotting Man's body burst open with several bloody wounds.
Ten different execution pains were introduced into the Rotting Man's body.
He disregarded his dignity completely, emitting a piercing scream.
