C373 Fall into the Pit

"Your subject — Ten Thousand Deaths!"

Sikouming faced the pressure of the Lingsuang and could barely spit out these few words, but he used up all of his energy. When the Lingsuang retracted his pressure, it was as if the Sikouming had been fished out of water.

His trembling hands wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and waited for Lingsuang's orders.

Lingsuang lazily leaned back in his seat