In the midst of the world spinning, Hu Jian was flung out.
Too fast, so fast that he couldn't even feel the pain of fractures or the dizziness from a concussion, as if he were a leaf being helplessly tossed by a whirlwind, falling.
In mid-air, he was caught in the mouth of an extending dachshund-like head, so effortlessly, then the dog opened its mouth, licked his face, and the sticky saliva spread, healing the wounds and restoring once more.
In the belated daze, Hu Jian finally opened his eyes, dazedly looking at the scene not far away.
The brutal shadow that descended from the sky!
At this moment, layers of silver radiance entwined, blood flames erupting, the ruthless figure cleaving down, inscribing a meandering arc-shaped slash in mid-air.
Crimson winding.
And a head thus flew up and fell down.
The stone face shattered, crumbled, turned to dust and ashes.
No trace of the past could be seen anymore...
