Chapter 433

Flocks of crows circled around the night sky. Their screams sounded as if the bells of death had been rung.

Flashes of light could be seen in the forest near the cemetery where Vincent was tied to a big tree.

His clothes were already in tatters, and his entire body was covered in blood.

Two pairs of iron wires were nailed to the tree trunk above his head.

It had passed through Vincent's shoulder blades, and the sharp hooks mottled with bits of flesh and splashes of blood were shining under the light.

Vincent's body was twitching uncontrollably under the severe pain.

His face had turned pale over his gradual loss of blood.

The only sound he could make now were whimpers from the pain.

His eyes, however, were still very much alive and burning with hatred.

The sound of shovels digging into the ground could be heard nearby.

Vincent could see silhouettes swinging the shovels somewhere in the forest.

Suddenly, the man in front of him swung his blade onto his shoulders.

Flesh and m