Jarrett found out he was unable to move, his entire body not listening to his command, frozen in place as if invisible chains had wrapped around his form.
Jarrett, panicking, tried to release his phoenix flames to break free, but even that was futile, the fire sputtering weakly before fading into impotence.
"What did you do?" Jarrett screamed, panic, fear, and despair plastered on his face, his eyes wide with the horror of impending doom.
Chen Mo didn't bother to reply to Jarrett, his focus unwavering as he drove his right arm into Jarrett's chest with unerring precision.
He forcefully ripped out Jarrett's core from his chest, the glowing orb pulsing faintly in his grasp, essence dripping like liquid light between his fingers.
"You bastard...," Jarrett swore, his life force slowly diminishing as he faced true death before the hands of Chen Mo, his voice fading into a weak rasp.
