Chapter 198
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Their fixed hands would be yanked, bringing heart-piercing pain.
Because of the pain, this group would instinctively squirm upward.
But this was the most fatal!
Because the surface of the cross would sprout one after another dense cluster of small, barbed spikes, constantly stabbing this group's bodies; every friction would scrape away some flesh and blood.
Such torment also made this group of villagers unbearable in their suffering; they wailed and screamed.
Before long, they had already become a mess of flesh and blood.
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