Hanging by a thread Part3
Tang Yue did not have the time to worry about the similarities between her and Medusa.
Her hands lowered from her head to her throat as she clutched it, feeling suffocated and unable to breathe.
The pressure was clearly too much for her to handle, but Tang Yue had just spent the last six months hammering away at stubborn and resilient ores with violent backlashes.
It was a devil-like training that had tested her resolve at every step of the way as she had to inflict enormous pain and torture on herself.
"Raaaaa" Tang Yue shook her head and let out a loud scream, also letting out all her pent-up frustrations.
She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes returning back to their sharp and cold gaze.
The crushing pressure was slowly and steadily chipping away at her soul and mind, pushing her one inch at a time into the realm of madness but Tang Yue fought back, holding her ground.