Chilling!
For the first time, Long Tianci truly experienced what it meant to be chilled to the bone.
This was the true face of Bai Wuchang.
It was far more than just killing someone.
It was worse than death.
Countless poisonous scorpions emerged from Bai Qinghe's body, each one black, wrapping around Long Zixiang in the blink of an eye like locusts.
Long Zixiang struggled, wanting to scream, but the scorpions blocked his throat, not allowing a sound to escape.
Before long, he fell from his wheelchair, rolling on the ground, the sight of his agony enough to make one's hair stand on end.
This scene lasted for more than ten minutes, but for Long Zixiang, it felt longer than a century.
Long Tianci felt that Long Zixiang was certainly doomed.
But after the scorpions retreated, Long Zixiang still had his eyes open, though his pupils were dilated, making him look more like a living corpse than a human.
