Chapter 339

Deep in the dungeon, the cold, damp air seemed frozen into solid ice, and every breath tasted of decay and the fishy reek of rust. Torches flickered with dim, yellowish light along the walls, casting twisted shadows against the dark brown stains of the stone, adding to the grim and terrifying atmosphere. On a rack crafted from refined iron, the tall, slender Grandmaster whose Earth Escape Art had been personally dismantled by Qin Lie, and whose dantian and Qi Ocean had been completely sealed off by Shitou with a Bone-Sealing Needle, hung limply like a piece of rotting meat drained of all bones. The specialized steel-and-iron chains, thick as an infant’s arm, dug deeply into his tattered night-raid garment, wrapping around his limbs and torso to securely anchor him to the freezing iron rack, leaving him unable to move even a single finger. His face was grotesquely distorted where his jawbone had been crushed, and a specialized steel bit-gag was forced into his mouth, allowing drool mixed with bloody froth to continuously drip from its edges onto the similarly frigid stone floor below, creating a monotonous and heart-palping dripping sound.