What kind of eyes were those.
Entirely inhuman, teetering on the brink of madness, yearning to tear everything before them to shreds.
Endless hatred, endless carnage; those eyes carried an astonishing destructive power that made Hong Mingyue's heart violently pound.
In that moment, Ye Lingyue was both restrained and frenzied, her fists tightly clenched together, her sharp nails piercing into the flesh of her palms, blood dripping copiously.
Danger, an unprecedented sense of danger.
Hong Mingyue stood suspended in the air, looking down at Ye Lingyue on the ground.
She felt a strong sense of being threatened.
"Little sister, why do you hesitate, kill him. Hong Shisan, this ignoramus who doesn't know whether he's dead or alive, he almost killed me," Hong Yulang was both pleased with himself and angry.
