Chapter 393 March into Bushido (VIII)
- “Ah—”
- In a room steeped in a Japanese vibe, a piercing wail kept ripping through the air.
- The heart-devouring gu was flaring up. Chiyo Yuki could barely breathe. A stabbing pain bored through her chest. Cold sweat poured down her face as she writhed on the floor, agony twisting her up.