The moment the artillery rained down, the entire world turned a fiery orange.
The old man's withered arm clamped onto Feng Yuhuai like an iron vice, using her as a human shield. But it didn't help him live even three more seconds.
Yet Feng Yuhuai survived once again against all odds.
Feng Yuhuai's consciousness shattered in the explosion, then gradually cleared during the fall.
Her body was blown to pieces, spinning as it fell from the sky, landing precisely in a crater made by the artillery, exposing an abandoned sewer at the bottom.
Flesh and bone fragments trickled into the darkness below.
Immediately, countless scarlet threads surged out from the remains like living creatures, weaving, intertwining, and reorganizing... In the blink of an eye, a brand-new body reformed and took shape.
Feng Yuhuai caressed her unharmed arm, a deranged smile curling on her lips:
"Indeed... Destiny has once again favored me; even the artillery guides my way!"
