The scream rose, then abruptly ceased. After a brief pause, it burst forth again.
Ripping the curse apart, breaking the darkness, shattering the spite.
Marching forward righteously.
Extinguishing evil.
In an instant, the broken sword in Huai Shi's hand had already penetrated her abdomen.
As if a natural nemesis, merely piercing the flesh, it brought severe damage to the Molting Snake Mark, causing Lin Yu to emit a despairing howl.
"How does it feel to be imbued with virtue?"
Huai Shi contemplated her twisted face and asked with a smile. His fingers slowly twisted the sword hilt, stirring the wound, making the screams and curses even sharper.
As he lifted his right hand and placed the Sacrificial Knife against Lin Yu's neck, the sound of the wind behind his head ceased abruptly.
The still-burning iron fork was but an inch away from the back of his head.
But that inch was as distant as Sky Gorge itself.
"Please give us some privacy, thank you."
