Blood fell to the ground, transforming into tentacles of varying lengths that crawled up his body. A look of pain appeared on his face, but the rationality in his gaze remained firm, unwavering.
Time passed, second by second, and everything around them grew quiet.
At some point, Wild Forbidden and the others awoke. They stared blankly at the bonfire, their eyes falling upon Fu Ming, and then upon Yang An.
The Yang An they saw, however, was utterly out of place in this world.
They had been rendered in shades of gray by this place, while Yang An alone remained vibrantly colorful.
It was as if they were seeing Yang An for the first time, as if everything that had happened before had never occurred. Surprise flickered across the faces of Wild Forbidden and the others, but it was quickly replaced by a look of understanding.
After all, if Yang An hadn't killed Life Crane, they wouldn't be here.
So it was only natural for Yang An to be here as well.
