"He's dead," San Wu said.
The mosaic in front of everyone's eyes was so tragic. It was difficult to fall down from a 20-storey residential building and die with dignity. The descendant of the Li family disintegrated into a mass of mud on the ground. His intestines and viscera were exposed to the air. Many stubbles pierced the skin, his skull was cracked and his brain juice splattered several meters. No one could have survived in this situation, not even God. Although demon descendants had extraordinary abilities, special lineages and an unbelievably strong vitality, the current situation was beyond even their comprehension
"He's dead," San Wu repeated.
Great-Grandma stared blankly at the remains of her great-grandson, her eyes empty.
San Wu whipped out her mobile phone, took a picture, and then called the Lightning King. "Mission failed."
The Lightning King, having been woken up in the middle of the night, said blankly, "What?"
