The Grandfather already stepped toward Chen Zhao.
Charlotte and the Mage both looked desperate.
It was a monster that no human could deal with.
Nobody could save that man.
"Blackie, if you still won't attack, I'll really die."
Just when everyone thought that Chen Zhao was dead for sure, suddenly, the Grandfather's legs were severed without warning.
It was as if they had been sliced off neatly by something sharp.
"What..." Just then, a similar wound appeared from his left shoulder to his right belly.
Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.
What?
What?
What?
Charlotte and the Mage did not understand what was happening, and neither did the Grandfather.
The Grandfather looked at his disintegrating body in confusion.
The next instant, he felt his body spin.
To be precise, his head was spinning.
