Chapter 1143 Shoulders

They gripped Lucille's shoulders, shoving her backward. Then, they raised the whip they held, swiftly aiming its fury at Lucille!

The sound of the whip breaking through the air was distinctly crisp, stirring up a gust of wind within the dark, sunless dungeon.

The gust blew the stray hairs on Lucille's forehead, revealing her clear, inky-black eyes, bright and dazzling like a splendid galaxy in the night sky.

For some inexplicable reason, faced with Lucille's stunningly cold gaze, the guard's swing of the whip faltered.

Lucille extended her hand, grabbing the tail end of the whip.

The embedded barbs instantly lacerated her hand, fresh blood trickling down, startlingly red and shocking.

With a slightly stronger grip, Lucille snatched the whip from the guard's hand.

Then, without any hesitation, she flung the whip back at them!