She let out a muffled groan, the strength in her hand slackening. The thug seized the chance to break free and fight back, flipping his grip to swing the knife high and slash straight at Zhang Yang's eyeball.
At that hair‑breadth instant.
A Bone Whip tore through the air.
The thug's neck was ensnared, the whip gave a vicious yank and dragged the thug down hard to the ground.
The thug writhed in agony, his face flushing scarlet.
But the Bone Whip only tightened, then jerked fiercely, hauling the man up into the air, and with the force of the swing, slammed him down onto the ground.
His head and body parted ways on the spot.
One could see just how heavy the whip wielder's fury was.
The whip snapped back.
Zhang Yang followed the line of the whip with her gaze and saw Yushi standing in the distance.
