Fang Geyu's hand covered his cheek, his pupils initially narrowed to thin lines, slowly broadening to their usual outline.
"Pa..."
Without warning, Fang Geyu lifted his foot and kicked Baili An's shoulder.
"Noisy."
The force from the kick wasn't strong, but Baili An felt a chill in his shoulder, as if something cold and sinister had invaded his very marrow.
Half of his body became instantly numb, unable to muster any strength.
Baili An frowned privately, aware that the Evil God's power within Fang Geyu was no ordinary force.
If he didn't expel it from his body immediately, his spiritual power nodes would shut down, leaving him paralyzed and unable to move.
At that point, he'd be nothing but meat on another's chopping block.
But for some unknown reason, Baili An didn't do this.
He allowed the cold breath to circulate within him, inch by inch freezing his meridians stiff.
In a sense, hadn't he already become meat on her chopping block long ago?
