Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 119

The dormant power within her began to surge and rampage.

Ling Jiancheng looked down in horror as a blood arrow pierced through his flesh, followed by another, and then another...

His body was rapidly disintegrating!

"No, no!" Ling Jiancheng cried out desperately, "Stop it! Stop it now!!! Ahhhhh!"

Ren Qingyue turned her head upon hearing the noise and was shocked into speechlessness by the sight before her.

The scene was unprecedented, and the power involved was beyond anything she had ever heard of.

Such bloody and brutal methods had a huge impact on Ren Qingyue.

Her heart clenched, her whole body stiffened, and an uncontrollable chill ran up her spine, making her limbs icy and unable to think clearly.

What kind of power was this?

At some point, the screams abruptly stopped.

His throat was also destroyed, reduced to a heap of decayed flesh and broken bones.

"Stop it!" Ren Qingyue regained her composure and grabbed Yan Zhao's arm, "Stop! Don't continue any further!"

Yan Zhao's expression remained indifferent, as if she did not understand, and replied, "He wanted to kill you, so I killed him. What's the problem?"

Ren Qingyue was momentarily speechless.

Yan Zhao's gaze was so cold it was chilling.

"But he's already dead!" Ren Qingyue couldn't bear to watch Yan Zhao become a cold-blooded monster and tried to persuade her, "You've killed him; why use such cruel methods to crush his bones and turn them to dust?"

Yan Zhao remained confused, staring at Ren Qingyue and arguing, "What difference does it make how he is killed?"

Ren Qingyue's mind went blank. She didn't know how to communicate with Yan Zhao.

Then Yan Zhao muttered, "He also wanted to turn Senior Sister into a corpse puppet."

Yan Zhao had seen many corpse puppets and knew what they were like. She didn't want her Senior Sister to end up like that.

Ren Qingyue's heart trembled.

The anxious, angry, and fearful emotions inside her were suddenly soothed.

Yan Zhao had come to save her, and it was because of her perilous situation that Yan Zhao had gone berserk. She had no reason to blame Yan Zhao.

Ren Qingyue sighed, her tone weary, "In any case, you must not use this dark magic unless absolutely necessary."

Yan Zhao asked, "Why?"

"Because..."

Ren Qingyue was cut off suddenly as a sweet taste filled her throat.

Her emotions were in turmoil, and with her severe injuries, she spat out a mouthful of blood, her vision darkening as her body swayed and began to fall.

"Senior Sister!"

Yan Zhao reacted quickly, extending her arm to catch her.

Ren Qingyue took a breath but still felt dizzy, with the surroundings and Yan Zhao seeming to spin before her eyes.

Despite struggling to stay conscious, she was concerned about Yan Zhao's response and weakly insisted, "Promise me."

"..." Yan Zhao did not ask why again but simply replied, "Okay."