It was hard to imagine a human face making such an expression. That bizarre, twisted look was enough to inspire fear at a glance.
Along an invisible yet perfectly straight line, the retreating crowd flowed like water. Only one person remained still.
"Was this designed?"
Ji Li stared at the starry sky as it was about to turn from counterclockwise motion back to normal. White-robed figures drifted softly past him, as though he stood outside the situation.
That swaying coffin was no longer as frenzied as before. It was as quiet as a block of dead wood, as though whatever lay inside had long since become a pile of bones.
However, it had clearly become lighter, because its swaying was much greater and matched the movements of the coffin bearers.
The four coffin bearers were still there. Their number had not changed because of Ji Li's earlier actions. There were still four of them.
But something had inevitably changed.
At this moment, Ji Li was still draped in white robes and wore mourning attire. Even if the original coffin bearer reappeared after vanishing, there would be no mourning clothes for him to wear.
Then the only answer was that after Ji Li had tampered with the cycle and entered the straight line that followed the disappearance, a new cycle was about to begin. This series of actions had changed something.
That something...
Ji Li lowered his head and glanced at the human head. Its hateful, exaggerated expression had not eased in the slightest; instead, it had become increasingly ferocious, and blood had even appeared at the corners of its eyes.
With great disgust, he tossed the head aside as though it were an old shoe.
The head had no ability to protect itself. Other than serving as the brain that