"Crack!"
As the blood light from the Mingwu Blade flashed, Tang Yi, who had a moment of clarity in his eyes, now had his eyes turn blood-red once more, his appearance even more ferocious.
At the same time, Liu Yiyi felt the hand gripping her neck suddenly tighten with a fierce strength, the grip growing tighter and making her breath more difficult.
Liu Yiyi trembled all over and, at the same time, the hand holding the 'Twelve Fragrant Pills' slightly shivered, causing the fragrant pills in the palm to slowly slide to the ground in front of Tang Yi.
Feeling her breath become increasingly difficult, and her life rapidly slipping away, Liu Yiyi did not resist or show any fear.
In those pure and innocent eyes, there was only a hint of heartache as she quietly gazed at the man in front of her—the man who was about to kill her.
"Cough..."
Liu Yiyi opened her mouth to say something, but Tang Yi's hand, tightening like an iron clamp, prevented any sound from escaping her.
