"AAAAAAHHHH—!!!"
A blood-curdling scream, so shrill it barely sounded human, pierced everyone's eardrums through the audio feed!
The camera instantly zoomed in on the scene high in the sky!
Everyone could see it clearly.
Qin Wushuang's pair of Cyan Simurgh Wings were twisted at an extremely exaggerated angle, one that completely defied skeletal structure, forcibly wrenched into the shape of a pretzel!
Jagged, white bone fragments pierced through flesh and feathers, exposed to the air!
Blood sprayed across the sky like a fountain!
And Lin Ye, at some unknown point, had appeared behind him, one hand clamped tightly onto the back of his neck!
He was holding him like a chicken ready for slaughter!
BOOM!
Qin Wushuang's body plummeted from hundreds of meters in the air, crashing heavily onto the Gobi desert floor.
Lin Ye looked down from above at the figure curled up and twitching on the ground, his eyes utterly devoid of emotion.
