"Xiaoguai..."
Wu Zhihan, who injured Jun Moyan, found herself in a worse situation than Jun Moyan.
Her nails stained with Jun Moyan's fresh blood were even more crimson and sensuous, yet each fingertip radiated a heart-wrenching pain.
Soon, the pain spread from the fingertips, first to the fingers, then the whole palm, arm, the entire limb...
She couldn't even withstand a single attack from the man.
Beaten so badly by the man that she couldn't retaliate at all.
Wu Zhihan stared in fear at her arm, which was so painful it was immobilized—a limb she wished she could sever.
Then she looked up at Jun Moyan in disbelief, overwhelmed by a crushing terror.
Who was he, who truly was he?
In the moment Wu Zhihan hesitated, Wen Xiao'ai had already reached her, and a flash of purple light cut through.
Wu Zhihan's entire arm, which had injured Jun Moyan, was severed by the purple light and fell to the ground.
