At that moment, Ye Fan unleashed the Bone-breaking Hand technique. The sound of bones cracking relentlessly echoed from Mo Jue's body.
Although in extreme pain, Mo Jue sneered, "Is this what you call a fate worse than death? It's exhilarating! Do you have any other tricks? Go on, use them! If I beg for mercy, I'll call you grandfather!"
Ye Fan remained silent, simply counting down. "Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"
Just as Mo Jue was feeling smug, the true power of the Bone-breaking Hand revealed itself. His first tendon began to warp. Mo Jue's face turned deathly pale as he let out a stifled groan. The torment was unbearable, yet this was only the beginning. The second dislocation followed. Now, his face was not just ashen but also dripping with cold sweat. The ordeal was agonizing.
He desperately held on.
