"Crack, crack, crack..."
Yan Huan, who had been blown away by the shockwave, was crawling on the ground, coughing a few times.
The immense impact didn't cause too much pain elsewhere on Yan Huan's body. Instead, it was his face that felt as if the whole face was about to fall off.
This is not good...
The Perfect Expression Management Mask's one hundred percent resistance is about to falter!
But in the current situation, how could he dare to remove the Perfect Expression Management Mask?!
Yan Huan felt as if the features on his face were all about to melt off. Raising his hand to feel, he discovered the features really were becoming soft, starting to slide down.
Helpless, he had to use his left hand to hold his face, preventing it from completely melting away.
"It's you..."
At the same moment, Yan Huan lifted his eyes and took in the Evil God watching him through countless screens, his expression grim.
