"Yargh….. Yargh….." Zhuge Yin lay on the floor, his entire body soaked in blood, and the expression on his once proud and arrogant face left with only fear and despair.
Yue Yi no longer knew how long he had thrown out the lashes of the whip for. The web of his hand between his thumb and index finger had gone numb before he finally stopped. Seeing Zhuge Yin in a crumpled heap on the floor, the emotions that had been trapped and suppressed deep within Yue Yi's chest for such a long time finally broke free from its cage.
He then turned himself around, and dropping the whip he held in his hand, he depended on the support lent to him by the black mist to fall on one knee right before Jun Wu.
