Liu Yuansong's eyes instantly widened, like copper bells, his pupils sharply contracted, and the terror in his eyes was so intense that it almost became tangible.
His lips trembled violently, like leaves in a storm, his throat seemed to be fiercely gripped by an invisible large hand.
After a while, he barely squeezed out a dry, extremely shocked exclamation: "This... how is this possible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible, it must be fake!"
His face suddenly turned as pale as paper, lacking any blood, with sweat beads the size of beans rolling down like raindrops.
This was the instinctive reaction exploding from deep within his body after extreme shock and fear intertwined, each drop of sweat seemed to tell of his inner panic and helplessness.
Shadow's body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by a terrifying lightning from the ninth heaven, his muscles instantly tightened.
