Su Ming'an's mind briefly blanked out.
He lost his words for a moment and halted the action that would lead to annihilation.
As if drawn by an irresistible, invisible force, a coldness spread throughout his body unconscious and pale, his vision nearly out of control, shaking uncontrollably.
...What?
...What does the deity know?
The shell shattered abruptly, and he stood alone in the snow like a naked person, faced with an endless cold wind that poured into every corner of his body, even suppressing his breathing.
The situation spiraled beyond his control, and his instinct was to rewind to cover it all up—because this is what he has always done, almost instinctively.
Right now, it's another situation where "things have spiraled out of control." Instinctively, he wants to act accordingly—trigger a death rebound to overwrite the deity's words.
But like a flash of lightning in his mind, he suddenly realized—that even the rewind couldn't be used this time.
