The crowd watched the young man crying and awkwardly scratched their heads. After all, just now, they'd pulled the spikes off the young man's body, and every ti they did so, it seed to genuinely cause him pain.
In the end, he even convulsed from the pain.
Though everyone was silent now, they all knew that if the spikes ran out, they'd continue to pull them from the young man because it concerned their hope of escaping this place.
The crowd, though silent, watched as a passerby scratched his head and grabbed five spikes heavily and threw them toward Ye Tianfan.
The crowd saw that this ti, the passerby used great strength, and his posture was like a painting, as if possessed by so force, sending the spikes hurtling towards Ye Tianfan with a heavy whoosh.
Ye Tianfan felt a great hope this ti; he held onto the fence with his hands and stretched his legs in a split, pressing against two bars of the fence.
The reason Ye Tianfan did this was that whenever he touched the fence, he felt emptiness throughout his body, and his spiritual power would be forced back to his Dantian. If Ye Tianfan tried to stretch his hands outside, he'd have to touch the bars; once he did, the spiritual power layer around his body would disappear. The corrosive liquid would instantly erode Ye Tianfan's body.
So, Ye Tianfan stretched his legs split across the fence, staying entirely above the corrosive liquid. Even if the spiritual power layer vanished, the liquid wouldn't corrode him.
Maintaining this posture, Ye Tianfan reached his hands out past the fence to catch the spikes.
Then, before their eyes, the spikes fell two or three ters short of Ye Tianfan's hand.
Along with the falling spikes, their hopes also plumted.
The young man felt utterly hopeless, knowing they'd continue to pull the spikes off his body; it was a pain only soone who has felt it could understand.
The passerby stared blankly at the single spike left on his stone bed before turning his gaze to the young man.
Feeling the dangerous look instantly, the young man jumped back onto his stone bed, bit his clothes tight to stifle his cries, hugging his legs in trembling fear.
Ye Tianfan gripped the fence tightly, pulled his legs back, and gave the fence a hard kick, releasing his grasp and leaping onto the stone bed.
Once the spiritual power layer returned to his body, Ye Tianfan let out a breath of relief; without it, he always felt unsettled.
"Hold off on pulling more spikes, let him rest for a while. anwhile, I'll think of another way," Ye Tianfan said to those eager to grab more spikes.
They hesitated, then nodded, each sitting back on their stone beds.
The young man loosened his grip on his clothes, gratefully looking at Ye Tianfan.
Ye Tianfan cast his mind into the Xuan Huang Tower to search for anything like wire.
After several searches, he still found nothing, filling Ye Tianfan with frustration.
Back in reality, as he was about to let them continue, a sudden idea flashed across his mind—feasible or not, trying it was better than nothing.
Ye Tianfan once again sent his mind into the Xuan Huang Tower, seeing the snacks and als he'd bought before.
The tower could freeze ti for inanimate objects, making the als appear just newly made.
Instead of focusing on the food, Ye Tianfan's gaze landed on the plates beneath the als, which included a pair of chopsticks.
Seeing these, Ye Tianfan felt a pang of guilt towards the young man; had he thought of this sooner, the young man wouldn't have suffered so greatly.
Ye Tianfan's consciousness coughed twice, knowing no one could hear, but believing it soothed his guilt.
His awareness returned to his body, retrieving the chopsticks and several plates from the Xuan Huang Tower.
He took the plates because chopsticks couldn't bend, and where a little elevation was needed, the plates might suffice.
Ye Tianfan subrged again, slowly wading towards the door.
"Stop pulling his spikes, I have a solution," Ye Tianfan told the people.
The crowd curiously watched Ye Tianfan, wanting to see what he found.
But once Ye Tianfan took out the chopsticks and plates, the crowd was dumbfounded, swallowing hard in disbelief.
After their bodies improved through experints, their sense of sll heightened several-fold.
They swallowed because they slled the aroma of soup on the plates Ye Tianfan held.
Since their capture, they hadn't had decent als, only basic dry food, sotis neglected even for that, leaving them hungry.
Despite their cravings, they understood the situation, refraining from demanding food, knowing they'd enjoy als once they escaped.
Ye Tianfan watched their greedy looks, starting to unlock the door.
Ye Tianfan wondered why they looked at him like that, as if they were cannibals, though they weren't brainwashed, maintaining their original consciousness.
Why did they have such a gaze? Ye Tianfan pondered, beginning to unlock the door.
Poke here, prod there.
Using plate fragnts to wedge parts here and there.
Finally, with a "click," the door opened.
The crowd wanted to cheer.
Ye Tianfan stopped them, sensing sothing amiss: "Shh! Don't shout loudly, don't let those outside hear us. Cry and shout if you must, just ensure no happy sounds reach the outside, arousing suspicion."
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