The cutting continued incessantly, Mokaka's music never stopped, and Yun You, too, clung to the Lotus Platform with a death grip, never letting go.
The agony of being sliced by countless unseen blades made the little girl's perception of time in her mind excruciatingly slow, yet the days continued to pass by bit by bit.
One hour... two hours...
One day... two days... three days.
Perhaps because the Lotus Platform was being gnawed away, leading the Karma Remnant Buddha to activate some sort of protection mechanism, after seven days the cutting speed of the Immeasurable Calamity doubled, from a blade every 0.4 seconds to 0.2 seconds per cut.
This number, almost reaching the limits of ordinary human neural reaction speeds.
In the eyes of the spectators, glancing from afar, Yun You's petite body was already covered with bloody marks, increasing every minute, as if a layer of red ribbon was entwining her, completely overshadowing her fair skin.
