A full minute passed. Only then did Lin Feng move.
"Come."
His voice was calm, almost casual, as if calling back something that had merely wandered off.
Nothing happened.
The crimson-stained floor remained unchanged.
Some people stiffened, their hearts pounding violently in their chests.
Lin Feng's expression did not change. He simply spoke again.
"Come."
Still nothing.
The scattered remains showed no sign of movement, no reaction, no miracle.
A faint ripple of unease spread through the crowd.
For the third time, Lin Feng spoke, his tone carrying just a hint of firmness.
"Come."
Silence answered him.
This time, it was absolute.
By now, even the most optimistic among them felt a sinking feeling in their stomachs.
Lin Feng stood there for a moment longer before slowly taking a deep breath.
Then, he shook his head lightly, as if acknowledging something unfortunate yet inevitable.
