A chilling sensation, like a tiny venomous snake, silently slithered up Mountain Cat's tailbone.
Smoke and dust slowly settled, and the sand shell dispersed, transforming back into a rustling fall of sand and dirt, revealing the figure standing within.
It was Wang Cong.
Suspended eerily above the ground, appearing rather disheveled, but ultimately... not dead!
His clothes and pant legs had been shredded into ragged strips by the blast's shockwave and high temperature, with charred marks covering the exposed skin.
Especially his two calves, which resembled charred black coals, evidently caught off-guard and unable to completely evade all the damage.
However, what's peculiar is that there was no bleeding from the charred wounds on his calves; instead, they were gently wrapped by a layer of fine, white sand, as if encircled by an invisible hand with white gauze.
The stark contrast between the white sand and the charred body parts was both striking and uncanny.
