"Ah, this, this…" Watching his own body rapidly wither away, that general's eyes filled with shock, confusion, and fear, then turned to utter despair. "Th-this… how is this possible?"
"This is very possible. This is called a moth throwing itself into the fire, got it? Heh." Wang Xiaoqiang gave a playful, cold laugh, waved a hand gesture, and a streak of radiance was instantly drawn out of that general's body, shooting toward him.
The moment the radiance burst out, that general's body whooshed apart, turning into flying ash and vanishing completely, just like a moth in the flames, not even a scrap of corpse left.
