Seeing the death Wei Long got, a chill ran down everyone's spine. Just by hearing his screams, they had their scalpe numb. They couldn't even begin to imagine what would they feel if that happened to them.
The peak lords were the one who were most afraid. They knew it was their turn next and the death of Wei Long had given them trauma. They gulped and just hoped they got a better death than Wei Long.
Nobody wanted to be in his shoes.
Even the disciples were horrified and some of them had already lost their mind. Some had the urge to like but couldn't do so. They couldn't even look away as they were forced to watch the paste of meat that was still in the grinder.
Shen Yu sat on a chair as he looked at the grinder with a solemn look on his face. He sighed and thought.
'As expected, I'm not made for this.'