The crowd watched the young man crying and awkwardly scratched their heads. After all, just now, they'd pulled the spikes off the young man's body, and every time they did so, it seemed to genuinely cause him pain.
In the end, he even convulsed from the pain.
Though everyone was silent now, they all knew that if the spikes ran out, they'd continue to pull them from the young man because it concerned their hope of escaping this place.
The crowd, though silent, watched as a passerby scratched his head and grabbed five spikes heavily and threw them toward Ye Tianfan.
The crowd saw that this time, the passerby used great strength, and his posture was like a painting, as if possessed by some force, sending the spikes hurtling towards Ye Tianfan with a heavy whoosh.
Ye Tianfan felt a great hope this time; he held onto the fence with his hands and stretched his legs in a split, pressing against two bars of the fence.
