The bowl shattered; a life was lost.
In an instant, Lei Yaoxing fell backward, struggling futilely until he bled to death.
In the deadly silence, no one spoke.
Ji Jue, neck extended and head tilted back, eyes widened as if he wished he could take out a telescope to examine frame by frame—what the hell was going on? What had happened?
A Rebirth Rank, thrown into the Melting Furnace, could not be burned to death, his defense so strong that not even an anti-materiel rifle fired point-blank could penetrate his skin.
Yet now, his throat had been slit by a shard of coarse porcelain that sprang from the ground, and he had died from blood loss?
He didn't even have the energy to struggle...
What was the principle behind it? What was going on?
His hair nearly stood on end.
He couldn't understand, couldn't figure it out, couldn't make sense of it.
