The chandeliers in the sky swayed back and forth.
The light flickered on and off.
The eight cages of the entire Demon Island quieted down.
Thousands of people turned their gaze toward Fang Yu in the center...
and the mangled limbs on the ground.
In an instant, more than a hundred people had died... For the thousands of prisoners on Demon Island, this was indeed negligible. However, what they found terrifying was Fang Yu's methods!
This gave everyone an illusion.
In front of Fang Yu, they were less than ants!
To describe it in one word—it was like their lives were as insignificant as grass!
Even, possibly less significant than grass!
Yuan Aotian knew that as the boss of these thousands of people, he could not falter nor lose momentum…
"Hold your ground!"
"Stand firm!"
"Don't be intimidated by him! No matter how powerful he is alone, he will have physical limits, and he will consume his Inner Essence!"
"Yes, the boss is right! Hold firm! Don't slacken!"
