The figure hanging from the chains, mangled beyond recognition, was none other than the City Lord of Flame Demon City.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, the Demon Clan guards finally came to their senses.
They immediately rushed forward, trying to rescue the City Lord.
As cries for help echoed from the bedroom, more and more guards hurried over.
And so, within the City Lord Mansion of Flame Demon City, a Human Purgatory had begun.
On the bed, Ran Chen, blindfolded, continued to play the zither.
DRIP. DRIP. Blood from his fingertips stained the strings as he plucked them. The song was still a cheerful tune, but the tempo was getting faster and faster.
It created a suffocating tension that was anything but pleasant.
Amidst the sound of the Jiaowei Zither, the bedroom doors had long since been smashed in. Suddenly, there was a deafening BOOM.
An entire wall of the bedroom collapsed, crushing several people.
