Chapter 2291

The three strong beastmen immediately accelerated.

"Sorry, Lord Sakamoto, we'll do it right now!"

"Sorry, Lord Sakamoto, we were afraid of killing this woman. Now we'll speed up!"

War boots worn on the feet are very secure; the clasps must be opened to take them off. The beastmen just yanked them — how could they come off that way?

Even the long boots women normally wear can't be pulled off directly, let alone war boots.

But these strong beastmen clearly had no patience to open the clasps.

They had plenty of strength.

If it wouldn't come off, just use more force.

More force would surely get it off.

The strong beastman steeled his heart and yanked hard.

Crack!

A crisp snap.

The foot bone broke.

Ugh—!!

Shangguan Ting screamed again.

If it had been ten-odd minutes earlier, she would have gritted her teeth and endured.

But now she truly couldn't hold on any longer.

She had been tortured too brutally, and for too long.

She had already broken down.

Being able to endure until now was truly not easy.

The strong beastman snickered and tossed the war boot aside.

With another pull, the leg armor fell off.

Only one layer remained — a pair of close-fitting pants soaked in blood, stuck to her legs.

"No! Don't do this…"

Her hands suddenly broke free of the beastman's grip, clutching her pants, making one last and most feeble stand.

Sakamoto laughed: "Ugly as she is, what's there to resist? Having these three strong beastman warriors take you is your honor. Stop dawdling — open all three holes at once! Get on with it!"

"Hehe, understood!"

The strong beastman reached out and tore the blood-soaked pants halfway off.

The remaining half was gripped tightly in Shangguan Ting's hands.

Another strong beastman pried open her toothless mouth with force; she bit down hard, but it was useless.

The third strong beastman pulled her legs apart.

Shangguan Ting's legs pressed tightly together — legs so soft, yet how could they be so strong?

But her legs were two sizes smaller than the beastman's arms.

Crack!

One leg's bone was snapped, and Shangguan Ting jerked violently.

Her tightly shut mouth opened in agony, but no sound could come out.

It hurt too much…

Sakamoto roared: "Why isn't it torn open yet? Is a pair of cloth pants that much trouble? If she keeps blocking, break both her arms too."

"Yes!"

Crack! Crack!

"Ughhh—!!"

Shangguan Ting's hands broke.

Tears streamed down.

Shangguan Ting gave up.

She finally gave up.

She truly had no way left.

If only she could die.

Sakamoto laughed: "She's crying — I win."

Goto grumbled: "It should've been my turn next. If it were me, I could've succeeded too!"

"Fuck your mother!!!"

A furious roar.

Like a thunderclap from the heavens.

"Huh?"

The wolf-men stared blankly at the sky.

Shangguan Ting's single eye opened.

A naked silver-haired giant descended from the sky.

His entire body was covered in hardened silver jade armor.

Six arms extended from both sides of his shoulders, each fingertip tipped with long, sharp claws.

Boom!

The instant he landed, without waiting for anyone to react, Zhao Chi shot out like a cannonball.

Bang!

He charged straight at the nearest Goto.

Goto, over two meters tall, looked like a dog before Zhao Chi, who stood 4.3 meters high.

A stray dog.

Zhao Chi's enormous hands seized Goto's head and lifted him up.

At this moment, Goto and the others were still in human form.

They hadn't transformed into wolves yet, nor stacked on their gear.

Zhao Chi's fingers squeezed hard—"squelch"—his nails crushed both of its eyes.

"Holy shit—aaaaaagh!"

Goto let out a great howl.

"Howl your mother! So you fucking feel pain too, huh?"

Zhao Chi's arms were like hydraulic pincers, clamping down viciously.

Crack-pop!

Goto's head exploded.

Every werewolf and beastman stared at Zhao Chi in stunned disbelief.

Shangguan Ting's whole body began trembling again.

She knew Zhao Chi.

Seeing his face now, she couldn't believe it.

Zhao Chi had changed too much.

4.3 meters tall, six arms, skin pure white—and… mainly, he was just too strong.

How could Zhao Chi possibly be this strong?

Shangguan Ting was terrified.

Terrified that what she was seeing was her own delusion.

Constant darkness, constant despair—she could endure that. Worst case, she'd just die.

But if, at the most desperate moment, there appeared a sliver of hope…

She was truly afraid.

She knew she'd been tortured too long; her mind might be breaking down.

But this felt far too real.

She wanted to wipe away her tears, but both her hands were broken—she had no way to wipe them.

She could only shake her head hard, trying to confirm.