In the Black Bull Tribe, the scorched earth was soaked in fresh blood.
Niu Biqi was bound in iron chains, and Niu Xueli was locked in an iron cage.
The blood-soaked Big Black Bull Brave and the guard Beastmen were doused in oil. The approaching torches reflected in their glazed, bovine eyes.
"Filthy beasts! How dare you harbor a runaway slave! We'll let you taste what it's like to be burned alive!"
The members of the Slave Capture Team threw their torches with sinister smiles.
The flames leaped two meters high. The Big Black Bull Brave let out a wretched bellow as the stench of burning flesh and thick smoke billowed into the sky.
"No!"
Inside the iron cage, Niu Xueli frantically pounded on the bars, tears of despair streaming down her face.
"Don't you worry, pretty little thing!"
Three leering slavers surrounded her, their claws tracing bleeding red lines across her tender cheeks.
