Two swords, one long and one short, pierced fiercely through Big Foot's body as he tried to escape.

Gu Li's helmet fell off, and his sky-blue eyes met his gaze: "You should go to hell and figure these things out!"

"Maybe decades from now, when I'm in a better mood, I'll tell you the answer?"

Big Foot, his face pale, managed to squeeze out a sound from his throat.

"You...you woman, are you trying to turn against our Mystic Church?!"

Gu Li increased the force, piercing his vital point: "An uncontrollable toy should have been eliminated long ago."

The big foot gradually stopped moving under her hands. Gu Li remained kneeling on one knee, breathing heavily. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead haphazardly with one hand.

He gave a weary, bitter laugh.

If this continues, won't her pain tolerance threshold explode?

Her hands, gripping the sword hilt, were wet. She didn't care about the blood still flowing from her palms for the moment, and first haphazardly searched Big Foot's body.

He tucked the two bottles into his arms.

He then straightened up, grabbed the man by the collar with one hand, and threw him off the top of the hospital building. The surviving lower-level creatures below immediately rushed up excitedly.

Gu Li watched expressionlessly as Big Foot's figure gradually disappeared.

Then he reached down and threw the headband off his head.

"Can you do me a favor?"

The sleeping behemoth stirred, instinctively obeying her will, and almost instantly crushed the still lively lower species on the ground to pieces.

Gu Li glanced at it lightly and casually slumped to the ground.

He held onto He Shiyi, who had climbed back up.

The sound drifted through the air.

"They went too far."