If Ding Qiuyu were here, she would recognize that this person was her son, Zhou Yan.
Listening to Zhou Yan's screams, the woman's hair fluttered lightly, as if she were in great delight.
The next second, she suddenly raised her hand.
A streak of Yin Energy protruded from her arm, like a blade; she swung her arm.
A bloodstain immediately appeared on Zhou Yan's face.
He screamed in agony, "Ah, ah! My, my face!"
He tried to cover his face, but his hands couldn't lift at all.
All he could do was to keep screaming in pain.
But the more he screamed, the happier the woman seemed to become.
Her dancing hair strands, each revealing how delighted she felt at that moment.
Gazing at Zhou Yan's twisted face, she raised her hand once more.
The next second, with a 'pu chi' sound, one of Zhou Yan's legs broke into two pieces.
Blood gushed out.
