What?
Ling Xiangyang was still bewildered, but soon he realized something was amiss.
All of a sudden, his whole body felt unbearably itchy, pain shooting through his limbs and skeleton, feeling as if countless ants were biting him.
Ah—
A sharp scream rang out.
Under this terrifying torture, Ling Xiangyang felt as though he was trapped between life and death, unable to do either.
"Spare me, please."
Ling Xiangyang, unable to endure the agony, kept kowtowing to Qin Jiang, begging for mercy.
Qin Jiang, however, was unmoved. His cold gaze was as though he was not even seeing Ling Xiangyang at all, completely disregarding him.
At this moment, Ling Xiangyang was rolling on the ground non-stop and eventually slapped the floor, saying, "I'll talk! I'll talk! Whatever you want to know, I can tell you..."
Ling Xiangyang truly couldn't bear the torment, essentially as if his life were being taken, never imagining that Qin Jiang's methods could be so ruthless.
