The strike seemed all too thorough. Even the silver-haired woman was struck with terror, for Moyang's body had been pulverized—not even a drop of blood had splashed out; he had simply been reduced to a wisp of ash.
Then, there was nothing left.
High above, the expert began walking down from mid-air as if stepping on invisible stairs. Even as he drew closer, one could only make out a blurred, dark shadow; his features remained obscured.
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