Feng trembled, seeing the handsome, burly man in front of her. Her curves were all highlighted by the tight binding of the chain.
"What do you want?" she still spat out venomously, with fierce eyes.
Lu Zhen just smiled slightly as he slowly took steps towards her wordlessly.
In the deep, dark dungeon, with a pin-drop silence, the footsteps of only Lu Zhen echoed, which made her gulp nervously.
Her intent was half compared to her peak period, which directly decreased her realm to the early-tier one martial artist. This "half" wasn't half the power, but instead, at least several hundred times the difference.
The Qi in her Qi pathways were all nonexistent. Lu Zhen had been constantly draining her of mana and intent as slowly as possible, which made Feng horrified to the extreme.
No matter how hardened and strong her mentality was, seeing her years of hard work completely vanish right before her eyes made her truly frightened.
