Su Huiqing immediately recalled that Yu Shijin was still injured.
Her eyes dimmed.
She didn't show any mercy this second time around.
Clutching her jade pendant with one hand, she made a fist with the other and flung it outward.
The woman in white melted into a puff of green smoke, which gradually dissipated.
Su Huiqing was not at all surprised as she watched the white figure fade away.
It was just a puppet made from paper.
She clenched her fists before turning frostily toward Yu Shijin. "Do you feel like you are not dying fast enough?"
Yu Shijin did look rather pallid.
He observed the remains of that paper figure with dark eyes.
After that, he muttered coldly as he led Su Huiqing out. "We will settle this after we get out of here."
The fire was still raging.
But this person was Su Huiqing.
