The mysterious man cast only a single glance. He did not even stop completely.
His steps slowed, just enough to take aim. Then...
A needle vanished from his hands. Kyrian could barely follow it.
It sliced through the air, silent, swift, and precise. It pierced a specific point near the cultivator's chest.
Instantly, the man screamed.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
A scream so desperate that several people recoiled in fear.
"What happened?"
"What's going on?"
"SOMEBODY HELP!"
His body twisted violently, arms and legs thrashing as though something inside him was struggling.
Veins bulged across his neck and forehead, thick, dark, pulsing uncontrollably.
His face turned red, so red it seemed on the verge of exploding.
He appeared to be enduring indescribable agony. Kyrian narrowed his eyes.
'Once again...'
'He struck a specific point.'
'The same as with the tree?'
'Or different?'
The pain lasted only a few seconds. Then... Another needle appeared. Another point was struck.
Silence.
