The woman approached Ye Wutian carefully with the fruit knife in hand, her fingers tightly grasping the handle, betraying her extreme nervousness. She knew that the man before her deserved to die and that people would endorse his execution, but when she actually stood over him with the knife, she lacked the courage to go through with it.
Looking down at Ye Wutian on the ground, the woman's palms were sweating, and she was panting heavily, her mind going blank.
Ye Wutian lay motionless on the ground, eyes tightly shut, yet every move the woman made was under the surveillance of his spiritual power. If she were truly resolved to strike, even without the strength to respond, he was completely capable of subduing her with his formidable spiritual power, and he certainly wouldn't hesitate to kill her.
