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Chapter 4782: Annihilation 2

The woman had been half-hanging from the iron pillar in this posture for over three to five hours, always in this half-dead state.

Sikong Fuling snapped her fingers.

Immediately, the sound of jingling ornaments could be heard.

Two beautiful women, with bare jade arms and draped in colorful silks, walked in dragging a wooden tub. They bowed to Sikong Fuling. "Holy Maiden."

Sikong Fuling nodded, a faint sneer flashing in her eyes as she looked at the drooping woman.

"Madam Long, your mouth is quite stubborn."

"Come, carry her in for me."

Madam Long suddenly lifted her head, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Sikong Fuling, as if she wanted to devour her alive. Her eyes were filled with cold fury and venomous light, staring unblinkingly for a long while.

Sikong Fuling, however, merely smiled, unoffended, and waved her small hand. "Hurry up. Later, I have some excellent news to tell Madam Long."

The two beautiful women gracefully walked forward, unlocked the iron chains binding Madam Long, dragged her from the iron pillar, and pulled her to the large wooden tub.

As the tub's lid was opened, a chilling aura immediately washed over them.

Madam Long shivered involuntarily, her face filled with disbelief as she looked up at Sikong Fuling.

"You, what are you going to do?" Madam Long's voice was filled with an uncontrollable sense of fear and despair. "I, I want to see Chuyu, I want to see Ding Yun's father!"

"I see Madam Long still hasn't figured out what her status is now."

Sikong Fuling gave her a faint smile, a chilling and terrifying smile that made Madam Long tremble violently.

"You are now a prisoner, understand? You are a captive of my Demonic Cult," Sikong Fuling said with a cold smile. "You have no right to demand this or that, Madam Long."

Madam Long trembled all over.

Although the two serving maids supporting her looked delicate and weak, they were surprisingly strong. They dragged her to the tub with great force.

Madam Long shook her head repeatedly. However, her cultivation was already low, and now Ding Yun had sealed off what little spiritual energy she had, leaving her as helpless as an ordinary person, powerless to resist.

The two serving maids dragged Madam Long, roughly lifting her and tossing her into the tub. Both pairs of hands pressed firmly on her shoulders, forcing her to sink deeper into the tub, her legs submerged in a pile of bone-chilling ice blocks.

"How does it feel, Madam Long?" Sikong Fuling smiled faintly at her. "Let you stay in this bone-chilling ice spirit for an hour, oh no, perhaps only an incense stick's time. Guess what, will your legs still be able to walk afterward?"

Madam Long's pupils contracted in rage. She shrieked, "Impossible! My Hui'er went to Forgetful River Cold Valley! He can't be..."

"Clap, clap," Sikong Fuling clapped her hands twice, smiling as she instructed the few guards who had just walked in.