Xue Yinzhou's face showed immense pain, the once aloof face instantly turning deathly pale, with beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
The veins on his neck and arms bulged, like tree roots deeply embedded in his skin, incessantly spreading and gnawing away at his body inch by inch.
The anguish on his face became more and more evident.
It seemed as if in the next second, he would mutate into some other kind of creature.
Luo Ying watched his painful expression, without a trace of sympathy in her eyes, only the glee of revenge fulfilled, "Originally, I didn't want to act so soon, but you left me no choice. It's time for you to suffer some hardships."
"Although the plan isn't complete yet, I've set things up for long enough; it's just a matter of time now!"
"Didn't expect it, did you? In the end, you're still in the palm of my hand, unable to escape!"
