Sheng Minghan let out a muffled groan and doubled over, curled like a shrimp, unable to utter a single word.
Yet, his words had struck the ears of the people from Qiongzhou Island like needles, pouring oil onto the flames and fueling their rage even further.
"You conscienceless demons! You executioners who deserve to rot in the eighteenth level of hell—you should have died long ago!"
Chapter 201