Chapter 930

In the dark and damp prison cell, a nauseating stench wafted around.

Teale was bound to the pitch-black metal pillar, his body stained with blood. Not only his clothes, but his skin also bore ghastly gashes. His face was pale, clearly having endured a great deal of torture.

"If you don't want to suffer anymore, just confess clearly. Who exactly are you, and why do you have a grudge against our Tuoluo Sect? Where is your accomplice now?"

A man with a scar on his face, who looked quite ferocious, wearing a black robe, held a long whip in his hand. His eyes, like those of a venomous snake, stared straight at Teale.

The whip he held in his hand had been soaked in a special solution. The pain when wielded was akin to cutting meat with a blunt knife, bringing about a hundredfold more agony than an ordinary whip. Surprisingly, Teale still showed no signs of pleading for mercy, which caused the old man's hands to feel a bit sour from whipping.