"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Invisible, untouchable pressure bore down brutally on the Dressing Table, crushing it until it emitted splintering sounds. Fine cracks and torn wood fibers quickly appeared in the old timber, and the tabletop began to collapse under the immense pressure.
And in Jiang Qiao's field of vision.
That invisible pressure came from a gigantic tombstone.
The tombstone was blank.
It was covered in moss.
A gaunt old man sat atop the tombstone, staring expressionlessly at the Dressing Table below.
Its body ended at the waist.
It had no lower half.
So it actually looked as though it had been "placed" on the tombstone.
Its appearance was shriveled.
Not only did it resemble a "dried human" that had been drained of moisture, but it seemed to have no flesh or blood at all, with only a layer of skin clinging to its bones. As a result, its entire face was barely any different from a skull.
A pair of hollow eyes.
There were no pupils.
Only a layer of sunken eyelids covered sockets that seemed to contain nothing.
It seemed to sense Jiang Qiao's gaze.
It slowly turned its head.
And actually revealed a strange smile.
"What the hell are you smiling at?"
Jiang Qiao answered with a smile of his own.
The tombstone crushed the space, forming a huge, visibly downward-sloping pit in the void that dragged the Dressing Table apart. The Dressing Table was a Supernatural Item, but compared with a genuine Taboo Weapon—
It was still far inferior.
Taboo Weapons were Supernatural Items in the broad sense, but not all Supernatural Items were Taboo Weapons.
The difference between the two was enormous.
However.
At that moment, something unbelievable happened.
The process of the Dressing Table breaking seemed to have been paused, suddenly coming to a halt.