Hearing this, Lin Ruo shook her head with slight regret. She had thought she would be able to see her uncle and aunt again and catch up with them, but unexpectedly, only Lin Ye survived.

“Living in this apocalypse is so painful, you should thank me. Since you think of them so much, I'll see you off.” Lin Ruo said, slowly raising her hand again.

Countless ice threads sprouted from her fingers. These ice threads seemed to have a mind of their own, twisting in the air a few times before quickly detaching from Lin Ruo's fingers and burrowing into Lin Ye's body, wandering and weaving through his flesh. Lin Ye's skin was visibly covered with red threads.

With each pierce of flesh by those ice threads, Lin Ye's body would shudder in pain, his entire body writhing in agony, far more intense than the pain of being frozen. Lin Ye stared at Lin Ruo in front of him, his eyes bloodshot, "You'll die a horrible death! You'll die a horrible death!"

She manipulated the mental energy of the ice lines to increase their speed, and the ice lines immediately accelerated, piercing through Lin Ye's internal organs and weaving through them. Tiny holes appeared on the internal organs, from which blood flowed out.

"ah!"

Lin Ye wailed in agony. He had thought that the pain of waking up that day and realizing he was impotent was the limit, but he never expected that the pain he was enduring now was dozens or hundreds of times greater than that.

He wanted to die, so he bit off his tongue with all his might. A sharp pain came, and his tongue was gone. Lin Ye's face showed relief.

But to his surprise, he did not die at all; the excruciating pain in his tongue constantly reminded him that he was still alive.

Lin Ruo sneered as she manipulated her water-based powers to draw the blood rushing to his throat. "How stupid. Who said biting your tongue can kill you?"