"It's you then." Fengye Wuyin walked over, squatted down. Jun Yiyi immediately felt a powerful oppressive force coming at her. Her poor little chin was then roughly grabbed, and a cold voice sounded above her head.
"Indeed, in the face of death, it's easiest to distinguish between the true strong and the weak. The weak will be scared to wet themselves directly. And the strong, because of their will to survive, are driven to unleash their greatest potential."
Jun Yiyi's eyes grew cold. Falling into the hands of such a person, her fate was no longer in her own control.
This was an opportunity, he was so close to her, completely unguarded. It was her chance to strike fiercely. As long as she created two seconds of time where he was in a stupor, she could use the move her brother taught her, the trick to counter the opponent's throat in a dangerous moment.
