The Frost-hidden Sword pierced through Zheng Siyan's skull, pinning him brutally to the wall. Yin Baishuang stood indifferently with her hands behind her back, watching Zheng Siyan, who struggled briefly before passing away with wide-open eyes, and coldly said, "Noisy."
"Cluck cluck cluck cluck..."
The little ghost tightly held in Baili Yu's palm and the one fixed by his gaze suddenly began to boil and struggle, as if enduring immense pain.
All four limbs twisted into a terrifying arc as if wrung into twisted ropes.
With a dull thud, under Baili Yu's grim gaze, the two ghost infants exploded into a mist of blood, the crimson mist scattered into the air, swiftly darkening like ink and shadow, falling onto the ground, instantly seeping into the earth, disappearing without a trace.
Baili Yu's eyes grew increasingly fierce, his icy glare filled with murderous intent, "The Demon Sect's Puppetry Technique!"
