Blood continued to seep uncontrollably from the corners of his lips, spraying recklessly in the wind.
One of his eyeballs dangled precariously outside its socket, swaying as if it might detach at any moment.
His nostrils had been shredded into countless fragments, flaring and contracting as blood and mucus oozed uncontrollably.
He had even completely lost one ear, while the remaining left ear—battered and shorn of its lobe—was reduced to a grotesque mess of flesh, flailing wildly before it, too, tore free and disappeared.
And yet...
"Hahaha! Hihihi! Hahaha!"
"Ai Gou, is this all you've got?!"
From behind the mirror, Feng Zhongzui watched the maddened scene unfold, his gut clenching tightly in unease. Every part of him froze with dread.
What kind of lunatics were these?
Any normal person would've been unconscious from injuries like these, right?
Yet Lord Shou could still talk, and even acted like nothing happened. Could his wounds be an illusion? Was he, in fact, unharmed?
