Apple.
Apple!
At this moment, Song You gritted her teeth in hatred, unable to stop resenting this useless Spiritual Spring Space in her hand.
If only it were like those spaces in novels, where she had a cultivation method strong enough to protect herself, if only it could give her powerful superpowers, if only it could block the signals of micro-bombs...
In such a broken space, she had enjoyed nothing, yet now she was about to have her bones crushed—so painful!
It truly hurt so much!
She had never experienced such pain; this was torture, this was torment!
Yet the hand of Chu River grasping her hair didn't loosen at all, and his foot lifted once more, hesitating back and forth on her shin bone:
"Do you prefer it broken in half from the middle, or shattered bit by bit?"
The voice was steady, without mockery or contempt, just asked very casually.
However, Song You was no warrior.
She could not endure such pain.
