Looking at the bloodied body of the girl who was flayed alive, Yang Ze's heart trembled. Her eyes were devoid of any life, and the only voice that was coming out of her mouth was painful growls. He couldn't even imagine the agony that she must have been feeling, living like that. There seemed to be a red paste plastered as a thin layer around her body that was probably keeping her alive.
Her words were like a stone thrown in a calm pond. In the very next instant, the few children who were still alive similarly began to howl like animals, some wishing for death and some just mindlessly howling, having lost their minds a long time ago.
Yang Ze's fists clenched in response as he gazed at their pitiful conditions, but he didn't move. Even though the children in front of him were in an absolute wretched condition, he couldn't lift his hand to put an end to their misery.
