"Bang!"
A dull thud of flesh colliding echoed deep within the water factory.
Zhou Ming flew through the air like a sandbag, crashing heavily into a pile of rusty pipes.
Then, he lay on the ground, violently gagging, and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black water.
As the black water sprayed out, the shadow entangled within him let out a shrill scream before quickly dissipating into the air.
The signs of Zhou Ming's rolled-back eyes began to disappear, and his pupils regained their dark focus.
He stared blankly for two seconds, then suddenly took a sharp inhalation of breath.
"Hiss—my face!!!"
Zhou Ming clutched his cheek, which was swelling visibly, and let out a wail.
Then he struggled to get up, using both his hands and feet.
At this moment, the black-framed glasses on his nose had only one leg hanging on his ear, teetering with his movement.
Zhou Ming looked around in confusion.
