Ye Fan merely twisted a single acupoint, and Zhang Lu cried out so miserably, shocking everyone.
It had only been a few seconds. If this continued, it wouldn't even take a minute, let alone half a minute; it would be a torture akin to living through years, not to mention fifteen minutes, what an immense duration that would be.
Zhang Lu's exquisite face was already contorted and pale as wax, drained of all color in an instant.
