When the first syllable struck, a piercing, shrill noise suddenly exploded by his ear.
Then, everything in front of him vanished as if it were an illusion.
This included the frozen blood flowing from his mouth and nose, the dead ash covering his skin, and the abnormally twisted features—everything disappeared under the slash of that one sword.
The long, nightmarish haze finally ended.
Huai Shi remained seated, motionless, unchanged, as if everything he had experienced was just a fleeting dream.
Only on the screen directly in front of him, a straight crack silently emerged. Then, it neatly collapsed to both sides.
A sound of shattering followed.
Huai Shi finally broke into a sweat, unable to suppress violent gasps for air.
When he lifted his eyes, he saw Raymond standing at the ready, along with Andrea behind him—she had raised her hand, her fingertips wrapped in a faint warmth, teeth clenched, aiming at Huai Shi's head.
He had been in a stupor for an entire hour.
