"Crack—"
Another faint sound.
The dagger in Xun Tianhai's right hand clattered to the ground, his right arm hung limply, as if it were broken.
He stood there, dragging his two arms, apart from the piercing pain, for a moment, it seemed as if there was nothing left.
Damn...
What's going on?
What on earth is this?
It seems that whatever this woman does to herself, the same pain happens again to Xun Tianhai.
Xun Tianhai had never seen anything like this before.
A bit confused.
But now was not the time to think too much.
The woman stared at him, suddenly moved her head, as if trying to break her own neck.
Xun Tianhai's brow furrowed deeply, he endured the intense pain, clasped his right hand with his legs, and with a quick twist, set the dislocated arm back in place.
Immediately, he grabbed the dagger on the ground and lunged at the woman.
He had to deal with the woman before she made another move.
