The ruthless and merciless methods, as well as the fierce strength, had Ye Cangqiong shivering with fear, watching Feng Wuchen with terror.
It was extremely difficult for Ye Cangqiong to imagine that a teenager, seventeen or eighteen years old, could commit such a horrifying slaughter.
Even the elite soldiers of the Empire were not as ruthless and merciless as Feng Wuchen.
"Feng Wuchen, if you have the guts, kill us!" an elder roared in anger, unable to bear the pain any longer.
With both hands and feet severed, even if they could survive, they had lost the courage to keep living.
But who would come to such a desolate wilderness?
Even if someone did come, by the time they arrived the two elders probably would barely be clinging to life, too weak to speak, who would discover them? Or perhaps the elders would already be dead.
