"Hehehe, hahaha..."
Zi Yue's face is flushed, her eyes filled with excitement, as she frantically saws with a knife, splitting Wu Chi bit by bit amidst his suppressible screams of agony!
Finally, until the last strand of scalp is sawn through, completely splitting Wu Chi in two.
"Ah... what a delight~"
Zi Yue's hand is splattered with blood, but she excitably licks the corner of her mouth.
Spirit Light flashes on Wu Chi's body, restoring him back to his original state; his complexion pale, his gaze dim, his entire body trembling and convulsing uncontrollably, clearly the indescribable agony of the saw is etched deeply into his heart.
Zi Yue chuckles as she picks up the saw again and approaches.
Wu Chi's gaze trembles, and he can't even manage to speak; he can only continuously recite the Buddhist Scripture.
"The Eighteen Hells, I just need to endure the final torment, and I can surpass this technique."
