Qin Zhizhi writhed in agony on the ground, feeling as though her body were being torn apart. That immense power rampaged through her veins, leaving a trail of searing, unbearable pain akin to being consumed by raging fire. Yin Sichen's eyes split with fury as he struggled desperately, yet he could not get close to her by even half a step.
"Zhizhi! Hang on! Think of me! Think of our child!" Yin Sichen roared, his voice laced with excruciating pain and despair. How he longed to rush over and use his own body to bear this agony for her, if even for a fraction.
At that moment, a dark shadow flashed across the scene. The masked men who had originally surrounded them were sent flying by a powerful force. A man in a cyan robe with a stern expression appeared by Qin Zhizhi's side. With swift movements, he pressed several vital points on her body, attempting to use his own internal energy to suppress that violent, surging force within her.
Chapter 128