The Grandmastersā shoulder blades were pierced by hooks, and the bloodstains on these hooks had formed a thick layer of grime, uneven like a wolf fang club.
Their feet were 20 centimeters off the ground, dangling in the air, and under each Grandmaster, there was a pool of fresh blood, indescribable in its pain.
Moreover, it seems Mr. Zhenāe has used some kind of medicine, preventing the Grandmasters from fainting, forcing them to endure the pain every single second.
Su Yue couldnāt bear to look at the expressions on these Grandmastersā faces.
Too miserable.
One of the Grandmasters was already elderly, and he had been tortured to the limit. If this continues, he might be tortured to death at any moment.
"Hm, when elder sister slew those Alien Race Grandmasters, a group of pretentious do-gooders on Earth emerged, saying Alien Races are also human, that they have human rights too. Even if they are to be killed, thereās no need for torture before death; itās inhumane, and they condemned my elder sister for being cruel.
"Simply a bunch of idiots. In the future, whoever dares to create a sensation online, urging the Divine Land Military Department to be merciful, Iāll have them hung from hooks too.
"Despicable!"
Seeing these seven heroes being tortured in front of him, the flame of rage in Su Yueās heart was practically unquenchable.
He recalled some discordant voices from Earth.
A while ago, during the Divine Landās global broadcast of the Grandmastersā execution, many pretentious do-gooders posted online, condemning the Divine Land Military Department for cruelty, and even resorted to cyberbullying his elder sister.
This group of pretentious do-gooders was even more hateful than the enemies of the Yangxiang Race.
Su Yue even felt these heroes were undeserving of such a fate.
The Divine Landās treatment of captives may indeed be brutal, but those pretentious do-gooders had no idea how the Yangxiang Race treated the Martial Artists of the Divine Land, which was far more brutal.
This war, ongoing for centuries, left no room for negotiation.
This was a battle of annihilation.
These stray thoughts flashed by briefly; the matter with the pretentious do-gooders couldnāt be resolved anytime soon.
But Su Yue was a Martial Artist, he needed to find a way to save people.
In the camp, aside from the captured Seven Grandmasters of Divine Land, there were also two from the Yangxiang Race.
One of them was older, with strong Qi Blood fluctuations, but clearly very superficial, even Su Yue could tell he was purely a Qi and Blood Martial Artist.
This was Mr. Zhenāe.
Behind Mr. Zhenāe was a four-grade young member of the Yangxiang Race, his apprentice.
But Su Yue felt he was more like Mr. Zhenāeās son.
Because they looked too similar.
...
"Disciple, you disappoint me greatly, having followed me so long, yet you canāt even draw the Curse Killing Totem of the Evil Suppression Lock."
...
Finally, Mr. Zhenāe spoke.
Indeed.
He hadnāt been speaking earlier because he was using a carving knife to etch an eerie pattern on the Divine Land Grandmastersā bodies, requiring complete concentration.
At this moment, the carving on one Grandmaster was finished, Mr. Zhenāe sighed in relief, and then began to scold his disciple.
"Itās because the disciple is foolish!"
The young Yangxiang carried a very heavy metal box on his back, roughly the size of a backpack, reminiscent of wireless radar in ancient warfare films from the technological era.
"Ziāe, I treat you as my successor, make sure you strive and excel.
"As long as we remain loyal to Elder Cangji, the future is limitless. You must also be diligent and smart!"
Mr. Zhenāe continued to scold his apprentice during his break.
"Disciple understands... or how about the remaining three Wuwen Raceās totems, let the disciple etch them."
Ziāe nodded and said.
Su Yue carefully observed, he noticed Ziāe looked very uncomfortable, occasionally adjusting his shouldersālikely due to the metal box being too heavy.
"No!
"This time, Elder Cangji wishes to remotely slaughter seven Wuwen Race Grandmasters, showing the Divine Land the might of our Yangxiang Race; we cannot afford even the slightest mistake.
"Elder Cangjiās determination to kill Lin Dongqi is unshakable, and these seven Wuwen Race Grandmasters will certainly be returned to the Divine Land according to the rules.
"Yet, with Elder Cangjiās wisdom, how could he easily spare the lives of these beasts.
"Our task as master and disciple is to etch the Curse Killing Patterns, use the Evil Suppression Lock to remotely kill these fools, letting Divine Land taste the despair.
"If even a slight mistake occurs, Elder Cangji would lose face; at most, I would get scolded, but you could lose your life!"
Mr. Zhenāe rested for a while before continuing to engrave patterns on the Divine Land Martial Artists.
Su Yue was raging to the point of explosion.
Cang Ji seeks to use the lives of seven Grandmasters to threaten General Lin Dongqi into a duel.
But secretly, he intends to cheat.
Releasing them is real, but due to these patterns, Mr. Zhenāe would kill the Grandmasters remotely.
By doing so, General Lin Dongqiās efforts would be utterly futile.
And these seven Grandmasters had long been deemed dead by Cang Ji.
Utterly despicable.
Vile and shameless.
"Master, is it really that easy to remotely curse-kill the Wuwen Race Grandmasters?"
Ziāe constantly adjusted the weight on his shoulders.
"The Evil Suppression Lock you carry is a treasure specially granted to me by the Peak Elder, itself a terrifying killing weapon for remote curses, youāre still young, ignorant of the facts!"
Mr. Zhenāe sneered.
While speaking, he completed another pattern.
Su Yueās gaze focused on Ziāeās back.
The metallic box-like object was the Evil Suppression Lock.
This was a demon artifact.
From the Eight Clansā Sacred Land Peak.
Just one more person remained, and the Evil Suppression Lock pattern would be entirely complete.
Su Yue struggled internally.
How could he save them?
There were guards everywhere outside, he had no chance to touch the Evil Suppression Lock.
His heart filled with frustration.