Fang Shenyan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then lowered his head and coughed dryly twice. The tearing in his throat and the burning in his lungs felt like signs of impending doom.
When he raised his head, the figures of Chang Sheng, Su Chenghe, Li Guanqi, and Wang Da Chui beneath the backdrop of ten blood doors blurred from clear to indistinct. The glaring lights were far more dazzling than before.
The oxygen deprivation after his violent coughing left him severely dizzy, as though most of the strength had been drained from his limbs.
Fang Shenyan breathed heavily. A figure had already arrived before him in a daze. He only felt the person grip his arm as a blurred question came through the ringing in his ears:
"Vice Branch Manager Fang, you're injured?"
Li Guanqi used his only remaining left hand to support Fang Shenyan, who was about to collapse. Even through his clothes, he could feel the scorching temperature of Fang Shenyan's arm, leaving him even more startled.
Fang Shenyan pushed him away, pulled out a short knife, and cut open the inside of his arm. The loss of blood and torn muscle restored his clarity for a brief moment.
The world before his eyes finally became clear again. Behind the fifth and sixth blood doors stood the same classroom—Class 1, Grade 3.
The old world, Class 1, Grade 3.
There was no light, no darkness, no way to live, no way to die, no rules, no hierarchy—there was nothing at all, including its pupil.
Gao Zhihua was not here, or perhaps he was still here.
The pupil's ability was even more terrifying and direct than his. It represented a level capable of crushing the rules of reality, defining the sequence of events, reversing cause