Li Yao extended his right index finger, which was still wearing the ring of mystic rays that he had used to cut the wall of the oxygen tube. The bluish rays that the ring shot out turned into a sharp, continuously growing icicle that was slowly reaching Professor Luo De's eyeball.
The bluish rays were 'growing' so slowly that Professor Luo De could see every jumping fire clearly.
In the meantime, Li Yao pierced a vivid, life-like picture into Professor Luo De's brain, which was the whole process of someone's eyeball being stabbed, dried, and thrown away.
Professor Luo De's pupils suddenly widened. It was the only movement that he could make right now. Other than that, he could not even tremble or perspire.
"I don't know," Professor Luo De said feebly. "I don't know anything. You've come to the wrong person."
"How can you not know anything?"
