"Hey, this isn't funny at all." Yunxiao took a step forward, reaching out a hand to grab him. But then, the cracks on his body widened, and suddenly blood oozed out of them. An excruciating pain washed over him, and he did not know whether it came from his body or his heart. He froze in place and could no longer move forward even just a bit while Chen Dasheng's body fell back out of the chariot toward the ground.
Puke!
In the distance, Xingyang Kun coughed out a mouthful of blood. His spirits slumped in an instant, and he seemed to have grown decades older, with blood covering him all over. He lifted his head and stared venomously at Yunxiao, who stood absentminded on the chariot, and bellowed, "Why are you still alive? You should be dead! Fall down, FALL DOWN NOW!"
