The Art of Flesh and Blood

The heavy iron wall were still advancing mercilessly.

It's only 50 centimeters apart.

Ka-chow!

Ka-chow!

Ka-chow!

The sound of bones breaking could be heard through the broadcast, and blood mixed with bone fragments splashed out.

The four people had perfectly explained how weak and fragile the human body was.

The sound of every breaking bone was even more audible because the room was sealed.

"Ah! Help! Help me!"

"My leg! My leg is broken! Ah ah ah! Please stop! Please, stop. I was wrong!"

"Please, Death Judge, let me go. I can give you all my assets!"

"F*ck! It hurts so much! Ah ah ah!"

The four of them wailed mournfully. Their arms, thighs, and shoulders were torn, and their bones were broken. Fresh blood poured down like rain, flowing into the crystal coffin that was lit up.

"F*ck! There's so much blood!"

"We can use it to make a hamburger right away."