Fang Xingjian shook his head. "Stubborn as a mule." As he spoke, he slammed his palm down, using his pure physical strength to compress the air. It was as if there was an invisible palm pressing Li Shuanghua down onto her knees.
Li Shuanghua was forced to kneel down with a bang, and her face turned into a purplish-red color like that of pork liver. Streams of green light kept on being emitted from her body, as if wanting to break through the restriction.
Looking at the state she was in, Fang Xingjian let out a cold laugh and shook his wrist. Tyrant immediately pounced forth and encompassed her body. He seeped slowly into Li Shuanghua's body, engulfing it ceaselessly.
