In the indifferent gaze of passerby, Ling Pingzhi, in extreme pain, twisted off his own head.
A pale blue light froze the head.
"...this doesn't feel wonderful at all, it's kinda painful."
Ling Pingzhi screamed and staggered backward a few steps before taking a running start and mimicking the motion of throwing a javelin.
He hurled his head in a certain direction with force.
"biu——"
The head soared through the air like fireworks.
Having thrown his head, his body was drenched in cold sweat as if depleted, and slowly he regrew a new "head."
But this new head appeared more ethereal than the original.
Ling Pingzhi mournfully said, "This time I'm at a big loss, I need at least a year to rest!"
Meanwhile, the "well" in the Game Training Camp disappeared.
The head that was thrown traveled hundreds of kilometers through the air and with a "boom", it forcefully smashed into a secluded corner of Qingtian Hospital, turning into an ancient well!
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