Chapter 201: Chapter 109: Wu Jun’s Perverted Golden Finger! Double Kill!
Translator: 549690339
The Blood Moon hung high, casting its glow on the White Wasteland.
Cai Yonglong, Fang Yun, Zhang Jun, Wang Shuqi, and Wu Jun were tied to crosses, unable to move.
They could only stare fearfully at the mysterious figure in a black robe, wielding a scythe, and resembling a Death God as it hovered in front of them, its blood-red pupils fixed on them.
“Please, let me go. I’ll do anything for you! I’ll be your slave!”
Fang Yun’s face was drained of blood as he desperately begged for mercy.
He was on the verge of losing his mind.
Somehow, he’d been dragged into this bizarre world, unable to move or fight back, and left at the mercy of terrifying punishments.
What drove him mad was that even dying didn’t spare him; he’d simply be resurrected to suffer it all again.
He’d already endured this cycle of torture, death, and resurrection twenty times, and both his sanity and spirit were on the brink of collapse. “Aren’t you supposed to be a savior? You can’t even handle this?”
The ghoulish Death God mocked him.
“A weakling like you is useless to me. You’re nothing more than an insect, suitable only for being stomped on.”
“Then kill me! Kill me now! Please, just stop torturing me!”
Fang Yun completely broke down, roaring in madness.
“You’re no fun; you’ve already given up. Well, I’ll grant your wish and let you die once and for all.’
The sinister Death God spoke, swinging its scythe down at Fang Yun’s neck.
Twenty? Fifty? Or even a hundred?”
As it spoke, the Death God-like figure resumed its cruel torture.
This time, the victim was Cai Yonglong.
In the beginning, Cai Yonglong was able to withstand the pain through sheer willpower. As a cultivator who had reached the Spiritual Origin Realm, his determination was much stronger than Fang Yun’s.
But it was useless.
As time went on, the physical and mental torment became too much for even a strong cultivator like Cai Yonglong to bear. He let out a scream of agony.
Seeing this, even Zhang Jun, who was used to death, fell silent.
On the other side, Wang Shuqi and Wu Jun were ghastly pale, unable to speak.
“Why... why has it come to this...?”
Wang Shuqi muttered.
They hadn’t done anything, but they’d been dragged, one by one, into this bizarre space. They were powerless and paralyzed, somehow caught in a deadly trap.
“Your power is from dreams, isn’t it? You aren’t capable of controlling time or creating a cycle of rebirth like this. If we’re in a dream, then everything is an illusion, which would explain everything. If you break our spirits within the dream and make us give up on life, then we really die,”
Zhang Jun suddenly spoke up.
“You caught on quickly.”
After a moment of silence, the Death God-like figure snickered ominously again and said with malice,
“But even if you understand the principle behind my power, what can you do about it? If you want to blame someone, blame your foolish teammate. In fact, he’s been within my influence all along. As long as someone falls asleep within my range, I can peer into their memories and drag them into a dream. That means I’ve always known the inside details of your group.”
“l knew about you all from the dream and was able to locate you, dragging you in to torment you. You must be feeling so desperate, aren’t you? Even if your teammate Mr. Wang had the ability to foresee the future, he’d still end up as my prey. Because I know his power, and as long as I don’t expose myself, 1 can kill him easily once he’s asleep..”