Chapter 62: Are you a devil?

"Snap—"

The next moment, the expressions on both of their faces froze completely.

They saw Lin Xiaoyou casually raise her hand and gently swat at the thunder-energy sphere, knocking it flying away with a single stroke.

"???"

"Can an energy sphere even be batted away?"

Zhao Qiu felt as though his brain could no longer process what was happening.

Nobody was more aware than he was of just how formidable the energy contained within his thunder-storm attack was. The moment it made contact with any obstacle, it would detonate instantly.

That terrifying power was more than enough to completely obliterate everything within a radius of seven to eight meters.

Yet!

What on earth was going on with it being batted away with a mere slap?

Before he even had time to dwell on it, a deafening explosion echoed from nearby.

The thunder-energy sphere, having been swatted aside, landed amidst the bookshelves and detonated immediately, tearing everything in the surrounding area into shreds.

"The two of you, have you decided how you want to die?"

Lin Xiaoyou's icy voice rang out, causing the temperature throughout the entire space to plummet significantly.

A sudden sense of mortal dread washed over Zhao Qiu. As he began to back away, terror took root in his heart.

What is wrong with this woman?

Even with an awakened talent, it shouldn't be this terrifying, right?

That steadily climbing pressure grew increasingly oppressive, reaching an unimaginably horrifying degree that made him feel as though he were facing a demon god straight from the abyss.

"Run!"

That was the only thought left in his mind now.

His life came first.

He spun around rapidly, his figure blurring into an afterimage as he sprinted outwards at top speed.

However, someone was even faster than him.

The moment Fang Siqi saw that the situation had gone wrong, she immediately turned around and bolted.

"Do you think you can escape?" Her freezing voice made both of their souls shudder.

Fang Siqi gritted her teeth, a flash of ruthlessness crossing her eyes as if she had made a certain decision.

Abruptly whirling around, Fang Siqi delivered a ferocious double-palm strike, hitting Zhao Qiu with pinpoint accuracy and sending him hurtling backward through the air.

"Damn it!"

"You bitch!"

The look of astonishment on Zhao Qiu's face instantly transformed into unbridled fury.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have expected that in a moment of crisis, not only would this woman abandon him, but she would also stab him in the back.

As if completely deaf to his furious curses, Fang Siqi sprinted frantically down to the fifth floor.

"Bang—"

Zhao Qiu crashed heavily through several rows of bookshelves. The moment he managed to stagger back to his feet, he locked eyes with Lin Xiaoyou's ruthless gaze.

"Rest assured, she won't be able to escape. Both of you are going to die!" A chilling declaration fell from her lips.

Every hair on Zhao Qiu's body stood on end.

"Die!"

A massive black greatsword rapidly coalesced and took form in Lin Xiaoyou's hand.

A pair of pitch-black wings unfurled from her back.

Her body transformed into a streak of dark light, flashing across the midair in the blink of an eye.

The next moment.

Droplets of fresh blood began to drip from the large black sword.

Before Zhao Qiu even comprehended what had happened—before the expression on his face had even changed—a wave of agonizing, heart-piercing pain washed over him.

"Squelch—"

Fresh blood suddenly spurted from both of his arms as they detached and fell to the ground. The same fate befell his legs, which only now severed cleanly from his body.

So that was it!

The sword strike just now!

It had already severed all four of his limbs.

Because the attack had been too swift, his body hadn't even had time to register it, and the pain had been delayed, only reaching him now.

"Ah—"

A shrill, miserable scream echoed throughout the entire library.

"Just stay right here, watch yourself bleed out drop by drop, and slowly savor that endless agony," Lin Xiaoyou said expressionlessly, her tone frigid. "Tell me, will you end up dying of pain in the end, or will you bleed to death?"

"Ah—"

"You monster!"

Zhao Qiu shrieked like a madman.

Even now, he could not fathom why things had turned out this way.

Why had Lin Xiaoyou suddenly awakened?

Even if she had awakened a secondary talent, she shouldn't have become strong to this terrifying extent, should she?

However, no one was going to provide him with an answer.

Destined to carry this question, along with bitter resentment and regret, he would perish amidst endless torment.

On the first floor of the library.

Thirty to forty people had gathered; they were all subordinates of Zhao Qiu, while two other groups were out scavenging for supplies.

While these people were casually chatting away, shrill, agonizing screams suddenly drifted down from the fifth floor.

"What's going on?"

"That sounds like the boss's voice!"

Everyone tightened their grips on their weapons, sprang to their feet, and fixed their eyes intently on the stairway entrance.

Right at that moment.

They saw a woman running down from upstairs in a panic. It was Fang Siqi, Zhao Qiu's girlfriend.

"Sister Siqi, what happened?"

Someone immediately stepped forward to ask.

"Lin Xiaoyou has lost her mind. She caught Brother Qiu off guard, kicked him right in the groin, and tried to make a run for it," Fang Siqi said, her eyes rolling as she fabricated a blatant lie.

"Brother Qiu told me to come down and notify everyone not to let Lin Xiaoyou get away under any circumstances. We must capture her, or Brother Qiu's wrath will be terrible."

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately understood.

No wonder those screams had sounded so heart-wrenching.

So he had taken a kick to the groin!

Judging by that sound, the injury was likely severe; he might even be incapacitated for the rest of his life.

"Sister Siqi, don't worry, we will never let Lin Xiaoyou escape," someone declared.

Their group relied primarily on Zhao Qiu as its backbone of strength.

With such an incident occurring now, Zhao Qiu would undoubtedly be furious—after all, no man could tolerate an injury to that particular area.

If they failed to capture Lin Xiaoyou, they would be unable to withstand Zhao Qiu's fiery rage when the time came.

"Lin Xiaoyou has lost her mind. The moment she comes down, everyone swarm her and pin her down," Fang Siqi instructed swiftly, a calculating gleam in her eyes.