The sound of things breaking was endless, blasts erupting one after another.
That wretched figure was kicked into the air, slammed down, then kicked up again. Wherever the Invisible Hand passed, every treasured thing on his body shattered on the spot.
Even his Matrix, under Jing Zhen, was falling apart, crumbling to pieces.
"Ji Jue!!!"
Dragon Poison roared, struggling desperately, yet he couldn't get up.
A leather boot stepped on his face, grinding him forcibly into the mud and Dust. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.
"Elder Anvil! Elder Anvil won't let you go!"
In the slurry, that scarlet eye lifted, staring up at Ji Jue's face looming over him, hatred etched into the bone: "As long as you still…"
"That's about enough."
Ji Jue asked indifferently, "At this point, who the hell are you still acting for, you piece of trash?"
Right under his foot, that maimed body that had been struggling nonstop froze—only for an insignificant instant.
