With a HISSING sound, a foul-smelling smoke rose from the alleyway.
It was as if sulfuric acid had been poured over flesh; the bloody wounds rapidly necrotized and underwent Metamorphosis, but then, they were cruelly forced back together by some brutal power, healing as if new.
Yet, on the smooth thigh remained a ghastly scar.
The intense pain lingered, contorting Lin Yu's face with torment, causing her to involuntarily tilt her head back while suppressing moans of agony from her throat.
Her eyes, now overtaken by madness, were threaded with blood.
In the midst of extreme pain, the Potion Bottle in her hand cracked, nearly crushed by her grip.
After a long, long while, she slowly relaxed, leaning against the wall and gasping heavily.
"Damn Yin's family, damn mongrels, and that damn son of a bitch Yuan Zhao..."
She gritted her teeth, snapping off the bothersome 'Ring of Restraint' on her wrist.
