Li Changqing stood motionless like a petrified statue, rigidly fixed not far away.
His feet seemed to be glued to the ground, unable to move an inch, with no choice but to watch helplessly the horrifying scene before him, as if Hell itself had opened.
His face reflected an ever-changing expression, initial disbelief akin to thick clouds, instantly consumed by the overwhelming, bone-chilling terror.
His eyes widened like two copper bells on the verge of shattering, bloodshot as they were fixated firmly on Xu Wendong.
The fear and dread in his gaze were like a person about to drown, struggling in vain, yet never able to break free from the endless darkness.
His lips trembled slightly, resembling a fallen leaf fluttering in the cold wind, but no sound came out as they moved.
His throat felt dry as if scorched by intense flames, and not a single faint breath could be forced out.
