Yan Hua shed her usual grace and acted like an old lady swindling and acting shamelessly on the main road, her anger stemming from embarrassment as she pointed at her own heavenly cover, "Hit me then, strike right here, smash this old hag with a single palm, but!! The demon fetus in your belly will probably have to be buried alongside me."
As her coarse voice dropped, the falling rain suddenly became the size of soybeans.
The pitter-patter on the surface of the umbrella sounded unsettling to one's heart.
We need to end this quickly, otherwise I, Yu Longting, and Yun Hao will all be drained of Demon Qi and die here.
"Swift as a decree, strike!!"
Nine streaks of purple lightning struck Lin Wanyan on the head.
Lin Wanyan screamed as her hair stood on end from the electricity and she collapsed to the ground, "Ah, you bitch… what have you done to me!! Ah… Ah!!"
White, fine like a spider's web, continuously struck Lin Wanyan.
