Seven almost suffocated.
Meanwhile, Sefiro was overwhelmed with regret.
If she knew that Feng Wu would be so relentless, she would never have messed with her. Feng Wu was like the goddess of death!
Feng Wu sat on the edge of the cliff, her legs dangling in the air.
Resting her chin in her right hand, Feng Wu watched Seven and Sefiro's struggle with a gloating smile on her face.
It was in a moment like this that one could see the nature of a person.
Seven would have been able to climb up the cliff if he was on his own, but now, Sefiro was on top of him.
Sefiro would never be able to get back up on her own so she would never release Seven.
How would the two people choose?
Sefiro's weight pulled Seven down, and he couldn't stopped falling.
Under normal circumstances, the fall wouldn't kill him.
But now, a raging landslide was beneath them, which could crush a human being as easily as the sea devouring a little boat.
