To be able to torture a group of paragons to such an extent, they were truly ruthless.
Su Yue observed carefully. Within the thunder nets in the sky, he could indeed vaguely make out some faint, ghostly figures.
These must be the Thunder Race.
"Descendant, do you see your ancestor's face?
"This is the price I paid for the Yangxiang Race. My scars were caused by an evil light from beyond our world. Even the Qi Blood of a paragon cannot heal them. Do you believe me now? My, Bi Yun Cave's, heart only has room for the Yangxiang Race. I did not flee.
"Of course, the fact that you can see these scars means that your ancestor has failed.
"I am ashamed. I failed."
Bi Yun Cave lowered his head again, seemingly quite depressed.
Su Yue frowned.
This Bi Yun Cave seemed a bit slow in the head. Who cared whether he was a hero or a coward? Losers had no say in the matter. It was already good enough that no one dragged his corpse out for a public flogging.
