Their bodies were covered in lash marks and branding scars. Countless bones were broken, and only faint moans proved they were still alive.
Chou Rong sat coldly on the stone chair above, personally overseeing the interrogation.
"Who sent you? Where is the female, Bai Wanwan?" a Beastman demanded, viciously whipping their beast forms.
The only response he received was pained groans and fragmented, nonsensical ramblings:
"So bright... obey..."
"Master... eternal..."
"The female... take her... must."
These Beastmen's eyes were vacant and unfocused. Even under immense pain, they were incapable of expressing themselves clearly.
Their answers were chaotic, like marionettes controlled by invisible strings, completely lacking the fear and logic a normal Beastman should possess.
The interrogating Beastman was exasperated. He turned to Chou Rong. "Clan Leader, we've been questioning them for days, but all they do is repeat this same nonsense."
