Three days later, Fang Chen finally pulled the last nail from Ye Qingci's body. There had been more than ten thousand of them.
As Ye Kong looked at the nails Fang Chen had pulled out, his body trembled and his heart bled. He knew these nails must have caused Ye Qingci untold suffering over the years.
"You dogs of the Ye Family! I'll fight you to the death!"
Ye Kong clenched his fists and roared in his heart.
If he had been strong enough, he would have charged into the Ye Family that very moment and torn those bastards to pieces.
After removing every needle from Ye Qingci's body, Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. She had suffered through the past three days, but they had been grueling for him too. He had needed to be painstakingly careful throughout the process. The needles bore powerful Restrictions, and a single mistake would have made them explode.
Fortunately, the Floating Immortal Ring had supplied Fang Chen with a steady stream of power. Otherwise, he could never have kept going for so long.
Ye Qingci's face was pale. She had spent three days forcing herself to endure the pain, and its relentless assault had left her soul utterly exhausted.
"It's done, Miss Qing Ci," Fang Chen said. "They're all out!"
Facing him, Ye Qingci said weakly, "Thank you for all your effort, Young Master Fang Chen."
No sooner had she spoken than she toppled backward. Fang Chen reached out and caught her.
Ye Kong rushed over. "Xiao Ci! Xiao Ci, what's wrong?"
Fang Chen took Ye Qingci's wrist and examined her, then said to Ye Kong, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ye Kong. Miss Qing Ci has only fallen asleep. She's spent three days enduring terrible pain, and her soul is exhausted. Let