Physical Pain Could Not Compare to Mental Torture
Fu Tingyu looked up and saw that the dagger in the girl's hand was Broken Moon. He knew that she would not be able to hold on for long.
The blade of Broken Moon was sharp. It could cut through butter like a hot knife. The cliff could not bear the weight of Broken Moon at all.
No ordinary dagger or Broken Moon could bear such a weight.
"I won't let go. I won't let go even if I die. If you fall, we'll fall together." Qin Shu refused to go. Instead, she tightened her grip on the man's hand.
She raised her head and looked up. There was a distance of more than ten meters above her. The cliff was smooth and didn't even have a supporting point. The three of them were hanging on the sheer cliff wall in mid-air.
She was thinking about how to save them.
However, Broken Moon started to cut into the cliff wall and began to slide down. It was obvious that it could not bear their weight anymore.
