In the dark underground passage.
A gaunt man in ragged clothes used his dark hands to shovel and dig into the rocks in front of him mechanically, his fingers pressed together like a knife.
At a certain moment, the luster on the gaunt man's hands abruptly vanished.
Crack!
A muffled sound echoed.
The man's fingers instantly bent backward, broken.
Yet he stared blankly, continuing to pound the rock wall without any expression.
It wasn't long before both his hands were completely disabled and broken.
"Useless!" Xin Ya's short figure floated in the air, his face ugly with displeasure.
With a motion of his hand, a speck of light flew up from the man's head, revealing a tiny, transparent insect that looked much like a miniature butterfly.
Because of the insect's departure, the gaunt man collapsed to the ground with a thud.
As he lay dying, a trace of vitality flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated as his breathing stopped.
