chapter 117 The haunting

Wanqi Yang finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted in despair.

What he just endured was not only physical pain, but more of mental torture.

It was less than a minute.

For him, every second seemed like a year, and a short minute seemed as long as a century.

besides!

The despair in his heart was constantly destroying his nerves.

In just one minute, he could no longer hold on.

"Chuma!"

Akida Russom away the wire.

Chuma...