For Nianyang, the time that followed was undoubtedly another bout of torment.
Four or five large men abused her, who was defenseless, until there wasn't an intact piece of flesh on her body.
She was so tired, so hungry, so thirsty, she wanted to just die and get it over with.
But it was as if they knew she was on the brink; each time they beat her until she was barely conscious, they would pour cold water on her.
The room was already cold, and they doused her with ice-cold water. Combined with Nianyang's feverishly burning skin, the dual stimulation made it impossible for her to faint.
She didn't know when they would finally stop, as the agonizing torture seemed to stretch on interminably. Eventually, Nianyang coughed up another mouthful of blood.
"That's enough, don't beat her to death!" Phoenix raised a hand, stepping in front of Nianyang, who was nearly unrecognizable from the beating.
Her face was swollen, and the rest of her body covered in fresh blood.
