Chapter 702 Li Linglong

"Little Feiyan, your time is running out."

Huang Batian kindly reminded her, and then continued to count down.

"Eight."

"Seven."

"Six."

…, ….

"Three."

Counting down the last three numbers, the swordsman in black slightly lifted the treasured sword in his hand, gripping it tightly.

Little Feiyan trembled all over, large beads of sweat uncontrollably streaming down, her face turning pale with fright.

"Two."

Huang Batian deliberately emphasized "two" a bit more, utterly destroying Little Feiyan's last psychological defenses.

Her face was as pale as paper, her whole body drenched with cold sweat, trembling all over. Her teeth were chattering as if she had fallen into the Arctic ice caves.

Then, as if she had made a firm decision, she bit down hard on her lips, drawing blood to stop the trembling throughout her body.

Indifference took over her, as she closed her eyes, deciding to die to preserve Li Linglong's dignity.

Lin Tian clenched his fists, unexpected by the outcome.