SILENCE.
And then—
THUMP.
A head fell.
A beast's head.
Blood sprayed.
The air itself froze.
The Thunder Beast's body stood still, rigid, lifeless—
And then—
THUD!
It collapsed like a lifeless statue, slamming against the ground with a deafening crash!
Gasps erupted.
The disciples could not comprehend what had just happened.
"What?!"
"Wait—!"
"No way—!"
"DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!"
"HOW?!"
"WHAT IN THE—?!"
The entire arena shook from the sheer volume of disbelief.
Lin Zhi staggered back, gripping his chest, his face twisted in agony.
His connection to the beast was violently severed.
His head snapped up, eyes wild, breath erratic.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
He screamed.
"THUNDER BEAST—! NO—! HOW?!"
His legs trembled. His fingers clenched into tight fists.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
His voice cracked, furious, panicked.
Zou Fang, however—
Did not answer.
Instead—
He stared.
Expression blank.
As if what just happened was nothing.
The disciples watched.
