"Got it!" Everyone nodded, not only turning on the heating but also lighting fires around the chemical drum, completely drying the cement.
Yan Bu'Er initially could still stir the cement inside the chemical drum, but soon, moving his limbs became increasingly difficult. In the end, Yan Bu'Er found himself burning hot, surrounded by several stoves constantly baking the chemical drum, causing the cement to solidify completely. The heat passed through the cement onto his body, bringing intense pain.
"Damn it!" Yan Bu'Er gritted his teeth, angrily said, "Ye Chen, if you kill me, you won't survive either. One day, you'll die. The Doomsday Clan won't spare you. Just wait, you'll die sooner or later, hahaha…"
Yan Bu'Er suddenly burst into mad laughter.
"You're also from the Doomsday Clan?" Ye Chen was stunned.
"Are you?" Yan Bu'Er was taken aback, hurriedly shouted, "I'm an external member of the Doomsday Clan, Ye Chen, please don't kill family!"
