The massive eyeball began to wither, and once it had shriveled to a certain extent, Zheng Yichen kicked it, causing the eyeball to shatter like a stone in midair, plummeting toward the distant ground.
"The consumption of sacrificing a city, tsk!" Zheng Yichen free-fell onto the motorcycle as Hellfire swept past him and the bike, and then he approached the signal-lit transporter.
Inside the boarding passage, Essen was already waiting, his expression concealed beneath the mask of his protective suit.
The man first checked on Zheng Yichen's condition, "You're not having any issues with your injuries, are you?"
There were intersecting scars on Zheng Yichen's body which were slowly healing, and it would take some more time before they fully recovered.
And then there were Zheng Yichen's eyes, the whites of which had turned red, somewhat disconcerting.
