The flames scorched the palms, what kind of pain was that? Perhaps the instigator, Natasha, had never experienced it, but she had seen the miserable screams of those people she burned before. In comparison, Yi's reaction was akin to soaking in warm water.
No sense of accomplishment at all.
Thus, she secretly thought that these Chinese people must all be crazy!
But suddenly!
Yi's wrist was suddenly seized by a hand that appeared out of nowhere.
It was a man's hand.
Appearing from nowhere, no, it should be said, so fast that neither Yi nor people like Landis had noticed.
Including Philip, who looked at the hand grabbing Yi's wrist in shock, snap!
The wrist's flesh, veins, and tendons snapped, and the Naihe Seal fell with the blood.
A hand caught it.
Yi frowned slightly, but it was too late to reach out her hand.
It wasn't her hand.
It was a man's hand.
Rough and short, with coarse, reddish-brown skin, not looking good.
