Caine looked like a perfect mirror of the woman bound next to the man, and the man himself bore an uncanny resemblance to Zao.
He didn't utter a word. Hands clasped behind his back, he remained still, watching the scene unfold with unwavering focus.
BANG!
The military woman wielded a whip formed of condensed qi, its energy rippling through the air as it crashed against the chained figures.
The sound of tearing flesh, splattering blood, and cracking bones filled the tribunal, echoing like a brutal symphony.
Laughter erupted from the countless figures seated in the towering galleries above, their cheers growing louder with every lash of the whip. And the harder they laughed, the more vicious the strikes became.
