"I disgust myself. Why was I born among humans, born into such a disgusting race?

"Hurry and kill me, kill me!"

The prisoner laughed even more arrogantly.

"Tell me a Yangxiang Sect stronghold, and I'll fulfill your wish. Otherwise, I'll torture you for a lifetime."

Wang Nanguo gritted his teeth and said.

When dealing with the Yangxiang Sect, the Investigation and Arrest Bureau doesn't have to follow any rules; they can torture for as long as they want.

"Dream on!

"I can only tell you one thing, Earth is doomed!

"Whether it's Earth or the Wet Realm, they will all belong to my Yangxiang Race in the future.

"Only our god is the sole ruler."

The prisoner laughed hysterically!

"Uncle Wang, try this powder, maybe it will work."

Su Yue suddenly remembered the green powder from the Wet Realm.

This powder and the pain of the flesh are completely different; it is a burning sting to the soul.

Perhaps, it might be useful.

"What's this stuff?"

Wang Nanguo widened his eyes.

Su Yue put on gloves and scraped a little green powder with a cardboard.

Then, he signaled the Investigation and Arrest Bureau to release the prisoner from the chains.

Perhaps he had been tortured for too long, the prisoner lay flat on the ground, unable to stand up at all.

"Everyone, help me a bit; I'll apply the medicine to him."

With that said, Su Yue squatted down.

He applied the medicine to the prisoner's palms, soles, knees, top of the head, buttocks...

"Ah...what is this stuff...

"Ah!

"It's killing me with pain.

"What is this stuff."

In an instant, the prisoner rolled on the ground like a fish.

As long as any limb could touch the ground, Su Yue smeared it with the green powder.

He now had to keep jumping to ease the intense pain all over his body.

But how long can someone already badly injured continue jumping!

This is a double torture from body and spiritual power.

"Uncle Wang, I have some more powder here, hope you can successfully extract a stronghold and wipe out this group of heretics."

Su Yue left some powder for Wang Lu Feng.

"Kill me, I beg you, kill me.

"I beg you, kill me."

The prisoner had long since lost his previous arrogance, now groveling, his voice hoarse from shouting.

But he still bounced around like a fish.

The powder was too painful; he couldn't touch the ground, so he could only bounce endlessly.

"It's getting late, I'm going to the station to see Su Yue off, let him bounce here.

"When he's ready to confess, I'll clean you up."

Wang Nanguo led Su Yue and the others away.

"Help, I beg you to kill me...kill me..."

The prisoner was still screaming miserably, and Su Yue had an illusion like hearing the wailing of hungry ghosts.

...

The Fourth Battlefield!

This place is always bustling, whether it's Martial Artists or requesters, even sappers cannot rest for a moment.

Today, a guest came to the Military Department.

Miracle Corps, Major General Pan Yizheng.

He had just descended from the Wet Ghost Tower, and was immediately overwhelmed by the pungent smell of blood, making him dizzy and a bit nauseous.

The Fourth Battlefield is forever a scene of purgatory.

Every day, a large number of corpses are left on the battlefield, whether human Martial Artists or Wet Realm races, it's simply a meat grinder.

"Brothers of the Shenchu Corps, you have suffered."

Pan Yizheng sighed, his face full of respect.

Compared to the Fourth Battlefield, the Fifth Battlefield is really peaceful, especially with this great victory, the Fifth Battlefield is even calmer than the First Battlefield.

"Everyone is defending the homeland and the nation; it's not about hardships!"

The Major General of the Shenchu Corps also nodded.

"Is Prince Qing still fighting on the battlefield?"

Pan Yizheng asked.

"Yes, recently there's an old bastard from the Steel Bone Race, he's carrying a sinister stick, last time he shattered Prince Qing's shoulder!

"Prince Qing couldn't swallow this anger, he's been fighting non-stop, but unfortunately, the odds are not good. Prince Qing suffers because he doesn't have a suitable weapon.

"Otherwise, we could add another Grandmaster's head to Shenchu Corps's walls.

"What a pity!"

The Major General gritted his teeth and said.

"Where is Prince Qing now? Can you take me to see?"

Pan Yizheng frowned.

"Sure, he shouldn't be far!

"This old bastard from the Steel Bone Race, relying on the benefit of his weapon, often comes to taunt Prince Qing."

As they spoke, the two had already left the Wet Realm.

Less than ten kilometers from the fortress, indeed there were two terrifying waves colliding.

A blast of Qi Blood power erupted, raising a tidal wave in the sky.

The ground shook, mountains trembled, and the earth cracked.

Even though Pan Yizheng is also a Grandmaster, he couldn't help his heart racing.

The oppression here is terrifying.

Whether human or alien race, no one dares to set foot here.

"Has Prince Qing's Qi Blood already exceeded ten thousand?"

Pan Yizheng pondered.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Deafening booms, continuously echoing in the sky.

Pan Yizheng finally saw Su Qingfeng's figure, he was holding a slashing blade in his hand, although it was also a B-level alloy, it was already somewhat twisted and seemed about to give way.

Opposite Su Qingfeng was an emaciated old man from the Steel Bone Race.

This old man was holding a golden long staff, which actually looked more like a tree branch, but the branch was too sturdy.

His Qi Blood couldn't compare to Su Qingfeng's at all.

But it was precisely because of this branch that forced Su Qingfeng into restraint.

There was no way.

Su Qingfeng's blade, whenever it collided with the branch, would get chipped.

He couldn't use his weapon recklessly, so many moves couldn't be executed.

But the old man opposite was like a mad dog, he noticed Su Qingfeng's weapon disadvantage, so he always targeted the weapon.

Once Su Qingfeng lost his weapon, he wouldn't be a match for him.

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