"No, we can't just let it go like this," Fang Yan's fists tightened, his eyes glinting with reluctance. He glanced at Ling Qingya, still suspended, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.
"Ye Luo, today I will let you watch with your own eyes as your fiancée crashes into a heap of mush and dies before you. That feeling must be great," he said.
Suddenly, Fang Yan's voice rang out, and Ye Luo looked startled. Then, a grating sound of a gunshot echoed.
Immediately after, Ling Qingya screamed as the rope holding her snapped, and she fell from the four or five-meter height of the warehouse roof.
If she hit the ground like that, even if Ling Qingya had become a martial artist with Houtian Peak strength, she would likely be heavily injured or tragically die.
Moreover, her True Qi had been completely restrained by Lei Ting, leaving her unable to draw on it. With her mere flesh and blood, she definitely couldn't withstand such a huge impact.
"No!"
