"Stop!"
As Song Yin's hands pierced in, the woman's terrified expression fell into chaos, and with a gesture of her hand, countless stars turned into thunderous heavenly fire, striking him on the body.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The thunder was repelled, the heavenly fire extinguished, and even the heavy gravity pressing on him seemed nonexistent, leaving Song Yin's face unchanging, only the crack slightly widening as he exerted force, continuing to stretch outward.
It was as if Song Yin was about to forcefully tear the woman apart.
"Stop it, you brute! Demonic Path! Puppet!"
The woman shouted, "I spared your junior brother, you mustn't tear any further!"
At this moment, where was her usual calmness? Even her self-proclaimed 'Guaren' was abandoned.
Decades of cultivation were thrown to the back of her mind in this instant.
Song Yin turned a deaf ear, and the slit in the woman's body widened enough for a person to pass through, its center torn open.
