The high-altitude night wind howled past, messing up Chen Qiming's hair.
The neon lights of the nearby buildings reflected on his face, but his expression remained unmoved.
His chest was deeply sunken, showing a shocking footprint.
The surrounding bones fractured inch by inch, even piercing through the skin with whitish bone shards, exposed to the air.
It was an injury horrifying enough to instantly kill any fleshly body.
However, the body that endured this blow seemed to feel nothing.
Chen Qiming quietly floated beneath the deep night sky.
Beneath his feet, the city's myriad lights flickered, as tiny as dust.
The biting cold wind at high altitude stirred his clothes but could not disturb that transcendent demeanor.
He spread his arms, his head slightly tilted upwards with a haughty angle.
His blazing white eyes looked down at everything below.
His gaze was extremely indifferent, as if a deity was surveying a sandbox that he could manipulate at will.
