Shi Li trembled violently, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to harm Shi Zhiyan.
"It's alright. It doesn't matter if you don't pause time."
"He's not much of a threat anymore." Qiong'an gently hugged Shi Li, then strode quickly toward Shi Zhiyan, even as the cuts on his own body continued to bleed.
SHLICK!
The sound of flesh being pierced.
Shi Li squeezed her eyes shut, unable to stop herself from shuddering at the sound.
But when she opened her eyes again, she was completely stunned.
It wasn't Shi Zhiyan lying in a pool of blood, but Qiong'an.
A splitting headache nearly made Shi Li black out and collapse.
"The trash has been dealt with. Now it's your turn." Shi Zhiyan's voice, as cold and robotic as a machine, echoed in Shi Li's ears.
Shi Li jerked back.
The red of Qiong'an's blood was blinding, and Shi Li felt her legs about to give out.
She hadn't been willing to pause time earlier because she was clinging to a sliver of hope.
