It was as if they had a spiritual crutch.
...
"Snap, snap, snap!!!"
In the sweltering minefield, Chen Miao, drenched in blood, aimlessly carried a huge rock, moving step by step towards a nearby location, while behind him, several supervising military officers used iron spike whips to continuously lash at his body.
With every explosive crack of the whip, his body bore a bloody wound.
Dozens of wounds made him look as if he had half crawled out of a blood pool.
Yet he ignored the supervising military officers lashing at him from behind, his eyes vacant as he carried the boulder, continuing to walk forward step by step.
"Damn it, damn it!!'
Initially, the supervising military officer, who had seen Chen Miao zoning out and whipped him a few times, grew enraged upon seeing that Chen Miao neither cried out in pain nor begged for it to stop.
