Man: "You surprised me a little."
The peach branch at his throat spread open, restoring Zhao Yi's ability to speak.
Zhao Yi: "After all, I see you as my target to chase, so I should progress somewhat."
Man: "Have you seen through life and death?"
Zhao Yi: "Far from it, still a long way to go."
"Since you're not afraid of death, then..."
In an instant, ten peach branches pressed down, extending in front of Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi couldn't help but swallow.
The peach branches, like whips, lashed down fiercely one after another.
"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"
The whip not only struck his body, but its thorns also seemed to pierce the soul, this pain profoundly interpreting what it means to live a life worse than death.
After a round of whipping, Zhao Yi hung there, blood constantly dripping from his body, seeping into the pond below, gradually dyeing it red.
