Daqin: The beginning of the collapse of the sky, sweeping across the Western Regions

At the moment when Bai Yifei was angry, the general felt his survival instinct was strongly triggered.

At that moment, he seemed to see the shadow of death looming, and an uncontrollable fear surged in his heart.

When the Blood-Cloaked Marquis's hands gripped his throat tightly like an iron clamp, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The difficulty in breathing caused his brain to lack oxygen and his thinking became confused.

The instinct for survival prompted him to struggle desperately.

His feet kicked wildly in the air, trying to find a place to support his body or an opportunity to hit Bai Yifei's vital points to break free from the fatal restraints.

However, his movements seemed somewhat disorganized and full of panic.

As time went by, the general's face gradually turned blue, and his eyes began to bulge out and become bloodshot.

His breathing became increasingly difficult, and each breath seemed to squeeze the last bit of oxygen out of his lungs.

At the same time, his hands uncontrollably grasped Bai Yifei's arms tightly.

Although he knew that such an action might not change anything, in his desperation, he subconsciously wanted to grasp any possible glimmer of hope.

He kept making hoarse and low sounds of begging for mercy, as if they came from the depths of his soul: "My Lord...My Lord, please spare my life!"

"I...I will make amends for my crime and will...will make amends for my mistakes. Please give me a chance. I don't want to die!"

Every word was so powerless and humble. At this moment, the general completely lost his former dignity and confidence, and was left with only the fear of death and the pleading to Bai Yifei.

His words were broken by suffocation, and his voice was filled with fear and despair.

There was a hint of hesitation in Bai Yifei's eyes. He saw the general's face turned blue due to extreme lack of oxygen, and the white foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

As Bai Yifei's anger gradually subsided, his reason began to prevail again.

He realized that now was not the time to vent his emotions, but he needed to deal with the current predicament calmly.

His movements began to become controlled and his strength was no longer so intense.

His fingers gradually loosened, no longer tightly grasping the general's throat.

The released general fell to the ground and immediately covered his neck with his hands. The neck was red from being pinched. The pain and lack of oxygen made him feel dizzy.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to take in more air, but only came out with a series of gasps and coughs, his body shaking instinctively, reflecting the fear he had just experienced.

The general's face was as pale as paper and cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.

His eyes were filled with fear and confusion, as if he could not understand Bai Yifei's sudden outburst of anger.

His breathing was rapid and irregular, and each inhalation was accompanied by a slight hoarse sound, as if he was trying to regain the lost oxygen.

Bai Yifei stood there quietly, looking at the general on the ground with cold eyes.

His expression calmed down, but there was still a hint of anger in his eyes.

He knew that his actions just now were a bit extreme, but he could not tolerate the general's incompetence.

At this moment, Bai Yifei slowly took out a white handkerchief from his arms. The snow-white color was particularly dazzling.

His movements were graceful and calm, as if he was performing a beautiful dance, yet he also had a creepy calmness.

It was as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. He was just a bystander, a bystander who was extremely calm.

He gently wiped the hand that he had just used to strangle the general's neck with a handkerchief, his brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of barely perceptible disdain flashed in his eyes.

It seemed as if something unclean was stained on his hands, making him feel very uncomfortable.

His expression was cold and distant, as if the whole world was isolated from him.

At this moment, Bai Yifei turned into the calm and steady Blood-Robed Marquis again.

There was a sense of arrogance and aloofness in his demeanor, as if he was the master of the world and no one could challenge his authority.

His gaze was like an icy sword, piercing straight at the general on the ground, and his tone was filled with an unquestionable indifference: "Why don't you follow me quickly? What are you doing lying on the ground? You are such a loser that you can't even take care of a woman!"

Although the general was still gasping for breath, trying to calm his inner fear, after hearing Bai Yifei's words, he immediately stopped breathing and nodded vigorously to show his understanding.

He knew very well how powerful Bai Yifei was, and he also understood that Bai Yifei's calmness was more terrifying than his anger.

Because this means that the Blood-Cloaked Marquis has put all his attention on the upcoming target, and he will go all out and will not give up until he achieves his goal.

The general struggled to get up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and then quickly followed Bai Yifei.

He knew he couldn't make any more mistakes and had to remain highly vigilant and focused.

Although he still felt a little uneasy, he believed that as long as he followed Bai Yifei's command, he would be able to complete the task successfully.

Bai Yifei did not look back at the general behind him. His eyes were always fixed on the front, as if he was thinking about something.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step was full of confidence and determination.

The general didn't even dare to breathe. He could only follow him silently like a little follower, not daring to make even the slightest sound, because he was really afraid that he would accidentally disturb the mysterious and powerful Blood-Robed Marquis in front of him.

Bai Yifei walked slowly along the corridor. His steps seemed leisurely, but in fact every step was full of firm determination, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.

Finally, they reached the end of the corridor. Bai Yifei stopped and looked through the window lattice, straight at the bright moon outside the window.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on his body like water, illuminating his deep outline while also clearly reflecting his furrowed brows.

He stared quietly at the bright moon, as if trying to find an answer, or perhaps pondering some extremely important questions.

After a while, he sighed softly, and his sigh seemed to contain endless heaviness and a hint of helplessness that was hardly noticeable.

Then, Bai Yifei's eyes suddenly became gloomy and fierce. He turned around slowly and stared at the general who was following closely behind him with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Those eyes revealed extreme dissatisfaction with the general's mistake just made, as well as strict requirements and earnest expectations for Bai Yifei's next action.