"Bang!"
The door to Leng Yebai's room was kicked open by Zhang Yiming, completely twisting the already crooked lock.
With a clatter, the lock fell to the floor.
The door itself was so askew that another kick would destroy it completely.
Leng Yebai sat cross-legged on the bed, his decaying eyes slowly opened to glance at the aggressive Zhang Yiming, then closed again.
Each of his hands held a Crystal Core, which turned into waste at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, he nonchalantly replaced them with another pair.
Leng Yebai was immersed in absorbing the Crystal Cores, unable to extricate himself.
Zhang Yiming said nothing, just pulled a pale yellow Ganmu from his pocket and strode directly towards Leng Yebai.
Leng Yebai could feel footsteps approaching, prompting him to open his eyes again.
He saw a palm-sized piece of pale yellow wood was already close, stabbing straight towards his face.
This piece of wood emitted a dense vitality.
