"Can you handle it? She's Shenyue." Wang Dadong frowned.
"I'll give it a try…" Chisaki Baiyu bit her teeth and said.
In fact, she knew very well that in front of Shenyue, this so‑called number one Onmyoji of Dongyin was nothing but smoke.
"Then be careful."
Shenyue was still standing there, motionless, her tone indifferent as she said, "No matter who stands against me, there's only one outcome—being cut down!"
When Wang Dadong stepped into the wooden hut and saw Shen Yi, his whole being froze for an instant, then boundless fury surged up.
He saw Shen Yi, stripped naked, nailed to the wall.
Two gleaming katanas pierced through her clavicles; her eyeballs were gone from their sockets, leaving only two bloody holes! Her four limbs had been chopped off at the root, yet she was not dead.
"Little Yi, Little Yi!" Wang Dadong shouted.
But Shen Yi seemed as if she couldn't hear anything at all.
