Bang!
Yeats's head caved in from his neck like a rubber ball, deforming, rebounding, and stretching to an unbelievable angle as it whipped backward.
Even in midair, his face remained frozen in stunned disbelief.
But soon, a face that seemed as though it could only appear in nightmares emerged before him, smiling so clearly that he felt as if he had fallen into an ice pit.
Huai Shi!!!
So this had been his goal!
He had deliberately dragged Golden Dawn into this, then deliberately exposed himself, making everyone think they had raised their guard while actually letting down their defenses.
Finally, when Yeats was at his least guarded, he struck without hesitation!
His target had been Yeats?!
In that flash of lightning, everything became clear. The only answer surfaced in Yeats's heart, bringing belated realization.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Now, disaster had arrived at his door!
The Hammer of Suffering, loaded with fury, erupted!
A terrifying explosion burst from the hammerhead. Killing intent forged from pain and rage spread through Source Matter, corroding his soul and making him cough up blood.
But before the blood could fly away, the Serpent of Sorrow, which had lurked in the shadows beneath his feet for so long, opened its jaws and soared upward, biting into his body and coiling around him layer after layer.
Iron Mace Afang manifested in Huai Shi's hand and swept across!
The tide sound roared.
The Weight of the Seven Seas descended here.
Amid a crisp, clean cracking sound, Yeats's body was bent into a bizarre shape, then shattered abruptly and fell apart into countless pages that shifted as they tried to flee.
Yet no matter which direction they flew, they saw a strange pupil rising from the shadows.
A massive eye emerged from the air, its