Was that Gong Qiang?
Gong Zhiyu stared at the figure that lay struggling and moaning in a pool of blood. He could scarcely believe his eyes.
The evil monster who had tortured him and his siblings for so many years, now lay helplessly on the ground. The monsters he had created with his own hands continued to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
Gong Zhiyu snapped out of his trance. His gaze suddenly fell on the slight figure seated on the chair.
"Fengyan…?" He asked tentatively.
Ji Fengyan turned her head slowly. Her delicate little face was completely expressionless. It was ice cold and filled with a strong killing aura.
Gong Zhiyu's heart began to thump violently after just one look.
He had never seen this side of Ji Fengyan before. It was as if the young girl before him was someone completely different. Wariness and dread involuntarily rose in his heart.
