Liou Yuan watched as Yin Yixuan infused Spiritual Power into the Magical Artifact.
The threads seemed to come alive, wrapping around the old man's body in dozens of loops.
Since the old man had been struck by Miss Anyang, he was previously listless, but when the artifact wrapped around him, he let out a screech like a pig being slaughtered.
His entire body trembled under the hair-like Magical Artifact, his shriveled skin quickly filled with blood, and his bones emitted cracking sounds, clearly in extreme pain.
Yin Yixuan listened to the old man's wails with a face full of enjoyment and pride, and he didn't forget to explain the artifact's effects to Liou Yuan.
"This magical artifact is called the Bone Twister. It's an interrogation tool in the dungeon; no prisoner can withstand it for even a cup of tea's time once they're in our dungeon."
"With each twist, it shaves off a layer of bone. A few more twists and even the marrow can be twisted out."
