Jiang Lu was so engrossed in the spectacle that he didn't notice the danger encroaching on him until it was too late to escape the range of the space black hole, trapping him in the same predicament as the Lords.
His skin stretched and expanded to an unbelievable degree, each time it tightened, countless white marks formed due to being unable to bear the strain, these spots continually thinned until they became innumerable delicate wounds.
And the flesh beneath the skin was even worse off, let alone the muscles or various tendons and fascia, even the fat was shredded, resembling minced meat slaughtered by cleaver.
And although it sounds terrifying, it was not the worst part yet.
At least they still possessed some elasticity.
The state of his internal organs, however, was much worse. It felt as if his organs were stuffed into a cement mixer, mixed, forcibly kneaded into a meatball, then pressed into a pancake with a hydraulic press, and finally blown apart with explosives.
