Chen Yan raised two fingers. "Second time, does anyone speak English?"
Still no one answered.
Chen Yan smiled again, waved his hand lightly, and a female Cultist's body flew up into the air, pressed against the wall by an invisible force.
Then, in one of the iron cages, the iron bars snapped one after another, whooshing out with several sharp whistles, densely nailing into that female Cultist's body, turning her into a beehive and pinning her dead onto the wall, just hanging there!
Fresh blood flowed down from the corpse onto the floor.
Looking down from on high at the female Cultist collapsed at his feet, Chen Yan smiled, his tone very calm. "Third time, does anyone speak English?"
The female Cultist's body began trembling uncontrollably!
She was really scared now, really terrified to the extreme!
Even though she had once fanatically believed in this "True God," and had done countless inhuman things because of that fanatical faith.
