"..."
Yang Yuan looked at Zhao Jiayan: "Halfway successful, but it might not be considered a full success until her injuries are completely repaired."
"Leave it to me. Step back a little. By the way, put away your printer, and ask Yiyi to keep her distance as well."
Zhao Jiayan smiled slightly as she continued to maintain the illusion of wholeness for the woman with big eyes, placing one hand on the woman's shoulder.
Yang Yuan immediately put away the printer, then stepped out and took Jiang Yiyi far from the scene, observing the situation inside the room through the door.
He saw Zhao Jiayan frown slightly, then utter a sharp command: "Lack!"
"Crackle——"
A phantom hole suddenly appeared on the side of the big-eyed woman's waist, from which fine lightning burst forth.
"Pop pop pop..."
The already torn clothing on the big-eyed woman and many surrounding objects were shredded by the solidified lightning.
