"Ah!"
Unable to bear the pain any longer, he could only release it through his voice. It wasn't long before Yang Dong fell to his knees. His cries of agony were ceaseless, "It hurts, it hurts! Please let me go!"
"This is just the beginning!" Guo Yi said leisurely as he sat down.
Shua shua!
All of a sudden, countless Ice Crystals burst out from within Yang Dong's body, his eyeballs hanging mid-air on the spot, blood streaming from his seven orifices, his body resembling a porcupine.
Hissss...
The onlookers were immediately taken aback.
The two men who accompanied Yang Dong were so frightened that they collapsed on the spot. Staring blankly at the scene, their expressions vacant, they seemed to have been scared witless.
As for Wang Qiaolin and Li Xiaolei, they had a bit more strength, but were also terribly frightened.
"Who says fate determines life and death, success, and failure are up to heaven?" Guo Yi waved his right hand.
