He bent his head down, staring blankly.
Surprisingly... It didn't hurt much.
Blood turned into jelly, internal organs into cotton; his flesh, bones, and skin progressively transformed into the rubber stuffing of a doll at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His vision blurred...
His consciousness scattered...
He faintly saw Yan Qingwen and Shen Mo rushing towards him, they were calling, screaming, but he couldn't hear them... He could only watch their mouths opening and closing.
The conical knife piercing his chest was suddenly withdrawn.
Then, it was violently thrust in again! Once! Twice! Thrice!!!
Lun Ang's body almost split into two halves, his fingers finally let go— Mary's head fell to the ground, and after rolling a few times, her face turned upwards, revealing a strange smile at him.
It seemed to be mocking his overconfidence.
"Lun Ang!!!" Yan Qingwen screamed uncontrollably!
