At that moment, the female ninja suddenly opened her eyes.
The rebellious fierceness in her eyes shattered completely, replaced by deep-seated fear and despair!
She could clearly "feel" that a very important presence deep within her blood, the ancestral spirit that upheld her family's honor and power, was being slowly extinguished by the terrifying lightning.
"No... stop! Stop it!"
She squeezed out a hoarse moan from her throat, her body limp against the chair back.
The previous toughness was completely gone, leaving only trembling on the verge of collapse.
"Then speak."
Li Yan's voice was cold as iron, the Thunder Rope suspended above the soul body fragment, its lightning flickering unpredictably, "Is Zhao Changsheng hiding within the Imperial Palace?"
With each burn of the fragment, the female ninja's face turned paler.
"I will... I will..."
