The treatment was quick, taking less than ten seconds, and Yu Jianchu showed signs of life again.

Li Lin's eyes were extremely gloomy, and his face was covered with tears and blood. He looked terrifying and deadly, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.

A hand slipped out, stained with blood. She stopped struggling and used her last bit of strength to hold Li Lin, as if doing so would make her feel better. In this moment, they were inseparable.

"Let go, and all you have to do is continue the torture, or we'll have to burn you alive, Mr. Li Lin."

"I swear, I will kill them all... none of them will escape." He showed no sign of letting go, only tears streaming down his face as he held the other tightly, saying, "I will absolutely... absolutely not let them go."

The command was executed, and the next moment, something unseen rushed into his body from all directions. His internal organs burst into flames, and you could almost hear the sound of his flesh cooking.

Li Lin fell to the ground, then braced himself with one hand on the ground and gripped Yu Jianchu tightly with the other. He got up, his whole body burning with anger, and looked up at the surveillance camera in the corner. Finally, his gaze settled on a certain spot, on the display screen of the terminal trial hall.

"If you want to keep setting fires, then go ahead, I won't die."

“I know, it’s a bloodline trait.” Gore crossed his legs and looked up at him.

“I will remember all of this… I will remember every single one of you, even if I die, I will be reincarnated as a dog… and I will bite your necks off.”

“Turn into a bird,” Gore laughed, then added, “and peck out my eyes, huh?”

Something in that tone gave him an unprecedented excitement—he understood that this was the destructive desire that could only be revealed when humanity's hatred reached its extreme—in this extreme state, the brutal killing intent and pain were clearly evident, and just hearing it was enough to feel a chilling, soul-piercing cold.

He saw in the interrogator's eyes something as deadly as purgatory—flames burned on his body, but the hatred in his eyes burned even more intensely than the fire. His mind had been completely overtaken, and he could only think of one thing.

On the screen and off the screen, two voices rang out simultaneously, one hoarse and desperate, the other mocking and sarcastic, and they overlapped.

"A blood debt must be repaid in blood; it's a fight to the death."