The air was thick with the faint stench of urine.
Pale yellow liquid splattered onto the ground, forming a winding stream.
The woman's body, limp and unresponsive, lay slack on the torture rack, her limbs still twitching slightly.
Her gaze was vacant and dull as if her soul had been drained, with only the filthy prison clothes continuously dripping with urine...
Li Muyang, looking at the scene before him, frowned and reflexively covered his nose.
This former Valley Master of Chaotic Soul Valley had been subjected to numerous tortures and had remained defiant and insolent, swearing incessantly.
However, tonight she was completely catatonic, without any previous ferocity.
The torture device provided by Ning Wan'er was indeed too powerful...
Li Muyang, covering his nose, said, "It's about time, drag this woman back to the cell, let her continue to reflect."
