1298 Settling the Score 8 (1/2)

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Chapter 1298: ”Settling the Score (8)”

Upon the top of the Heaven's End Cliff, the man in green could no longer make a noise. The larger part of his body had already been turned into a pool of blood and their was only his head still left. That blood smeared head hung suspended in the air, its nostrils flaring slightly…..

He had not yet died, he was still alive…..

At that moment he wished for nothing more than to be dead, where he would no longer have to suffer this seemingly endless torment.

His body was being slowly rotted away, eaten away bit by bit, suffering an agony that was beyond anything that a human was able to endure.

He would rather he had never lived, than to have to endure through such a terrifying nightmare.

Jun Wu Yao watched on with a smile. If not for the fact that Jun Wu Xie and her companions were rushing to go down to the bottom of the Heaven's End Cliff, with his ability to control the speed of the Blood Fiend, he would be able to make him suffer a more torturous death.

A month, or maybe a year…..

Crush his bones and scatter his ashes, but it would not be enough to quell the hatred in his heart.

Elder Hui who was made to witness the entire process had his heart now in shambles. After the man in green died, it would be his turn next.

If possible, he would rather he be dead now, and even if he was to die under a thousand cuts, it would be a quicker death that the torture the Blood Fiend would inflict on him!

Jun Wu Yao's gaze then slowly turned, to fall upon the figure of Elder Hui, and with a voice that sounded like the tolling of the death knell, he then said.

”You're up.”

Elder Hui was suddenly lifted up to be suspended in midair. Under Jun Wu Yao's oppressive aura, he found himself unable to move at all, unable to even utter a muffled moan.

Even as an Elder of the Flame Demons Palace, he was reduced to become a helpless trembling mess, his lips white with fear.