Just after the last tube of nutrient liquid was injected, Sang Ning felt an unprecedented surge of power. With just a slight exertion, she broke free from the restraints on her body.
Her mind became extraordinarily clear, as if she had reclaimed her original soul. The power inside her roared and churned, desperately seeking an outlet.
"You bastard, die!"
Sang Ning glared at Li Juezhou with fury in her eyes and darted forward to strike him with her palm.
Faced with Sang Ning's murderous attack, Li Juezhou's eyes momentarily showed a hint of shock.
His brain told him to move aside, but his body remained firmly in place—as if enduring Sang Ning's blow was the only way to absolve him of his guilt.
He sat motionless in the chair except for a faint trembling of his eyelashes.
Just as Sang Ning's palm was about to strike his head, a piercing white light flashed before his eyes.
It felt like his brain was being electrocuted by countless currents, the pain splitting his head apart.
