He saw nothing but a dark void, where the viscera had vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing but a dried-up, dead maggot.
Li Xuanxuan watched, stunned, while Li Zhouwei, holding his Long Halberd, seemed to be deep in thought, and Li Xijun pinched a flame between his fingers, gently dropping it onto the skin sack and setting it ablaze with a crackling noise:
"Boom…"
The flesh and blood had long since dried up and caught on fire readily, illuminating brightly for a moment before turning into ashes in an instant.
Upon seeing this, He Yitao was extremely frightened, tears and snot flowing together, as he whispered:
"I have nothing valuable on me, and Your Excellency wouldn't covet such things, but please, in recognition of my not having offended you, spare my life. I will only follow Your Excellency's orders and never betray you."
