"Boom!"
Immense force transmitted from the cheek into the bones and flesh, finally sweeping the entire head, a mouthful of broken teeth shot out like bullets, embedded into the ground, deep and out of sight.
Bema felt the head on his neck separate from the body, each going their own way. His vision inexplicably blurred and shook, and finally focused on the Golden Eyes again.
Liang Qu shook his hand, withdrew his cold gaze, and continued running.
Bema the Great Venerable stood dazed, covering his face.
He couldn't quite understand, not comprehending the instant of flicker in his vision just now, but he saw the horror on the faces of the other Venerables, trembling as he touched downward with his hand.
On the supposedly smooth neck, there was an added layered structure, ridge upon ridge, like a smooth elastic band twisted round and round.
