"Fuck... What?"
Yi was dumbfounded on the spot.
"This amount of bleeding, that's not scientific, right?"
The thick column of blood was spraying up to the ceiling, four or five meters high!
When you rip off a person's arm, even if the blood sprays fiercely, shouldn't it be shooting to the side?
Why is it spraying upwards now??
And besides... weren't you just screaming for help a moment ago, like a little lamb encountering a hungry wolf, about to lose both your chastity and your life?
How come, in the blink of an eye, you've just...
Yi looked at the woman bathed in blood and smiling again.
The signs of violent treatment were still on her—the disheveled blonde hair, red marks of harsh pressure on her collarbone, the torn dress, the right breast exposed to the air shining white, a hint of the contour of abdominal muscles, the smooth and flat belly...
But in an instant, the victim had torn off the arm of her assailant with absolute violence.