Fu Sheng instantly felt that the atmosphere was not right. When he looked again, he was almost scared out of his wits.
Sheng Yang's hair was tied into a ponytail, and her amber eyes seemed to have formed into ice.
Fu Sheng had been in contact with her for a while, but he had never seen her like this. For a moment, he was stunned. He didn't know what was going on, but a few bright words flashed across his mind—the other party was finished!
A moment later, a heart-wrenching scream sounded—
Sheng Yang tied the other party to a horizontal bar by twisting his limbs. The other party was not young anymore. He crossed his legs and made a cross.
That posture was so painful that even the people he brought with him felt that the small injuries they sustained on the ground were nothing.
