Wang Erbao's nose was bruised, his face swollen, and both his hands and feet dangled limply as he was carried on the shoulder of a Soldier-level Changmo.
Cursing, he said, "You bastard, let go of your dad! When my little follower arrives, I'm gonna skin you alive! You damn... Ow!"
With a painful cry, he was viciously thrown to the ground by the Changmo, rolling several times on the moist soil.
Struggling to rise like a fat maggot, he found himself thrown onto an open space enclosed by fences, surrounded by humans in disheveled clothing.
All of them had their limbs joints removed, lying or crawling, wailing incessantly.
Most were dressed in just one or two pieces of clothing to cover their modesty, looking less like Demon Hunters and more like ordinary people.
All the Trialists who had set out together, except for Chu Feng and the beaten Zhang Ran, were here, stripped clean and thrown on the ground, covered in mud.
