There were slaves chained up everywhere, wearing worn out clothes and were currently mining the raw form of the Blood Crystals. Whenever there’s a slightly delay in the movements, there would be guards ruthlessly lashing their whips.
On top of a stone, wearing a tightly fitted armour, the voluptuous Sikong Hongyue was standing there with a whip in her hand. Her gaze was filled with a chill. She seems to be accustomed to the scene in front of her.
Not far away, there’s a tall and bulky youth that wore golden armour that would look at Sikong Hongyue occasionally.
Suddenly, a frail old man fell in front of the tall youth due to insufficient physical strength. The tall youth’s face immediately went dull.
“Rubbish, can’t you do such simple task?!” The tall youth waved his whip, ruthlessly lashing down the old man.
*PA* A trace of blood appeared on the body of the old man. The old man painfully shrieked, forcing himself to get up. Just when he managed to climb up halfway, because of his weak physical body, he fell to the ground again.
“Useless old trash!” The youth lashed again.