A blood-colored ribbon emerged in the darkness, fleeing into the distance. But just as it escaped less than a kilometer, several snow-white beams of light appeared out of thin air, criss-crossing; each sword light was dazzlingly white, weaving and slicing through.
All of this happened in less than a second!
"No!"
"Impossible!"
Johnny roared mournfully, watching helplessly as a crack appeared on his arm, then his left arm fell off, leaving a smooth wound.
Soon, horizontal and vertical cracks appeared all over Johnny's body, like a humanoid puzzle splitting apart, shattering into pieces and falling to the ground, while the blood mist lingering in the sky also dissipated with Johnny's demise.
The space around Lin Mo also transformed, the icy world vanished, the wind and snow receded, the rundown mansion district returned to its tranquil and quiet state.
