To describe it accurately, it was as if he had been sliced by a blade of immense heat, one that seared his wounds shut the very moment it cut through him. Those standing nearby could even smell the scent of roasting meat.
Qin Zhengrong’s face turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans poured incessantly from his forehead. After twenty-five years of planning, he never imagined the result would be this!
Lin Chudong could no longer just watch. He did not recognize Qin Zhengrong or Qin Wei, but Chen Jiayu had been sitting there the whole time, and she was in constant danger. Ever since the two of them sat down, the stone prayer mat had been slowly sinking. If it continued to descend, she was likely to be buried underground.
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