Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Under the moonlight, the shadows of whips flew wildly.
Lingling's face lit up with excitement as she lashed out with her whip, each strike leaving barbs that scraped off fur, flesh, and skin, spraying Blood Beads that painted a different kind of splendor under the moonlight.
The creature initially howled in Pain, but by the end, it had no strength left to make a sound. Its eyes were dull, and its body bloodied and indistinct without a patch of intact fur. It lay on the ground with its head askew, fangs exposed and its limp tongue hanging out, continuously bleeding.
After yet another lash that elicited no response from the creature, Lingling grew somewhat bored. However, when she saw the gleaming teeth, a thought of an ugly creature crossed her mind. With a flick of the thorny whip, several teeth landed on the ground. Then she turned her head to look at the long-haired man.
