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Chapter 168: Torturing the Imperial General (29)

That spiritual thread drilled into the depths of Jiang Yan's mind like a cunning poisonous snake, frantically attacking his spiritual image defense line, trying to completely occupy it and use it to control Jiang Yan's every move.

Faced with this sudden attack, Jiang Yan had no intention of retreating. He gritted his teeth and fought back with all his strength.

However, despite his best efforts, his resistance seemed so insignificant and vulnerable compared to the menacing spiritual thread.

In fact, the old guys in the Federation have gone to great lengths to prevent a situation like today's from happening.

They carefully planned many conspiracies and tricks. Not only did they implant such a high-tech chip in Jiang Yan's head as a backup, but they also secretly ambushed this long-hidden spiritual thread in this chip.

It can be said that this spiritual thread is the key to their entire plan.

At this moment, Jiang Yan's injuries had not yet healed and his body was extremely weak. What was even more fatal was that the attack came too suddenly and was completely beyond his expectations.

So when danger came, he had no time to take any effective defensive measures and was hit in the vitals by the opponent.

After his mental picture gradually got out of control, it became a luxury for him to continue resisting.

Jiang Yan knelt on the ground, his eyes, which were already filled with pain, now looked even more ferocious because of the spiritual threads that kept invading like a tide.

The spiritual ribbon carried endless malice and corrosive power, like a series of extremely poisonous snake tongues, madly drilling into the depths of Jiang Yan's mind.

It wasn't long before Jiang Yan couldn't resist this powerful force, and his eyes gradually became numb. That numbness wasn't a brief moment of lapse, but a deep, pervasive feeling of emptiness.

His once lively eyes seemed to have lost their vitality, leaving only a dull and lifeless look, as if his soul had been forcibly pulled out of his body.

Finally, Jiang Yan could no longer bear such torture. His hands, which were covering his head in unbearable pain, seemed to have suddenly lost all strength and slid down from his head weakly.

With a dull "bang", his palm slammed heavily on the cold and hard ground.

His arms hung down limply like puppets with their strings cut, drooping lifelessly on both sides of his body.

At this moment, he seemed to have lost control of his limbs and could only allow himself to be manipulated by that terrifying spiritual thread.

At this point, Jiang Yan's mental picture was finally completely occupied by the aggressive and ruthless invading spiritual threads.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and he finally fell into a deep coma.

In the process, the spiritual thread took the opportunity to control his body, turning him into a puppet without his own will in the hands of the Federation.

On the other side of the chip, an old man with a face as dry and lifeless as a dead tree suddenly raised his fist and slammed it hard on the table in front of him, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on this innocent table.

With a loud "bang", the whole room seemed to tremble slightly.

He was breathing heavily, as if he had just finished a long and difficult marathon, and then he let out a long, heavy breath.

Then, he uttered two low, cold snorts, his voice filled with disdain and ridicule, and said coldly: "Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan, this is the painful price you will pay for daring to resist the Federation!"