"Found you."
His smile was eerie and terrifying, like an Evil Spirit crawling out of Hell.
The Netherworld gazed in his direction, squinting his eyes.
The Think Tank's eyes were deep, saying nothing.
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Gu Jianlin endured the excruciating pain of his body about to burst, as a shrill cacophony of thousands of birds suddenly erupted from his palm, and countless threads of lightning burst forth, piercing through the laptop.
With a bang, the laptop exploded, and the shadow of the red skull disappeared.
"Skylark?"
A cracking sound echoed within him, and countless fine blood traces appeared on his right hand, spreading like cracked patterns, swiftly enveloping half his body, as if burning.
This was a feeling of impending rupture.
"Don't, don't call me, that's... Candle Dragon Venerable's song!"
