"Ah!"
Yinya watched, wide-eyed, as countless purple-red lines poured crazily into him through his nostrils and mouth. He felt the blood vessels beneath his skin bulging, his features becoming grotesquely twisted.
But Shao Zifeng's hand was like a vice, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free.
"Roar~"
The agonized roar of the Vicious Horn Dragon Mother resounded at the bottom of his heart, and the energy that sustained his life started to falter intermittently, its cessation giving rise to a suffocating sensation of impending death that terrified him to the core.
Yinya's legs dangled helplessly in the air, his feeble hands attempting to pry away Shao Zifeng's grip.
Aside from the faint roars, his vision gradually blurred, only able to discern the man's indifferent eyes.
Under the dual torment of spirit and flesh, Yinya's mental defenses finally collapsed.
"Kill me... I beg you, kill me, ah ah!!"
"Hurry up and kill me... I beg you..."
