"Ah—" A scream was heard as a man about one meter seventy-tall flew like a projectile, crashing two meters away and landed with a thud on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
But not a single person dared to help him up; they all kept to themselves, as if they hadn't seen anything!
The temperature in the hall plummeted to freezing, a cold so penetrating it felt like wind was blowing through one's bones.
The writhing service staff on the floor was terrified, scared, and in pain, his feet slipping as he tried to get up, but the pain in his stomach was so intense it almost didn't feel a part of him anymore, leaving him without the strength to rise.
He coughed once and spat out a mouthful of blood.
When he saw the blood on the ground, the panic in his eyes became even more pronounced, and there was a lot more fear.
