Dongfang Ying, gripping her soft whip tightly, glared at Sun Qi with a fierce expression.
"Don't blame me now; I initially could have killed you and then absorbed your cultivation power. However, doing so would only allow me to absorb half of it, which would be quite a pity. Therefore, I had to flay you alive," she said.
Dongfang Ying suddenly laughed, but her smile was filled with cruelty.
"You... you let me go, I can give you lots of treasures; just let me go, please..."
Till now, Dongfang Ying had not paid any attention to Sun Qi's pleas. She flicked her right hand, and her long whip tightly coiled around Sun Qi, then with a forceful tug, she pulled Sun Qi right in front of her.
Sun Qi's body was tightly constricted; the third grade Artifact of Attack that the soft whip was, was something Sun Qi could not break free from.
"Death isn't to be feared; it'll be over quickly," said Dongfang Ying with a cruel smile as she extended her left palm.
