This day, Yeh Sha had been waiting for a long time, a full two years. Every night, he couldn't sleep peacefully. As long as Yeh Huang died, he could finally rest easy and have a good sleep.
At this moment, with a chilling glint in his eyes and a murderous intent, once Yeh Huang was dead, he would have no choice but to die.
Although he strangled Yeh Huang's throat, he didn't dare to use force. Even if Yeh Huang died, he couldn't leave any evidence of murder.
At this time, strangling Yeh Huang's throat was merely to vent his anger, but he didn't use too much force.
Despite being attacked like this by him, Yeh Huang did not show the slightest surprise and instead smiled calmly. That kind of calm demeanor made Yeh Sha very angry, very scared, very panicked.
Clearly, he already had the enemy at the tip of the knife, so why did he still have an overwhelming sense of panic that victory was unattainable?
"Why are you laughing?" Yeh Sha asked in horror.
