Making a Mountain Out of a Molehill

Li Banfeng grabbed the tonearm again and lifted the needle from the record, but the phonograph's needle swiftly extended, maintaining contact with the record the whole time.

The eerie singing never ceased. The five Luo sisters and Hu Chihong suffered repeated heavy blows, and even the worm carrying the wind-up phonograph was on its last breath.

Li Banfeng wanted to summon his shadow and smash the phonograph to pieces, but amid the piercing music, he could not use the skill Shadows Pitying Each Other.

Break it. He had to break it!

Li Banfeng's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the wind-up phonograph.

From afar, Luo Shaojun shouted with difficulty, "Seventh Brother, run! This is a Second-Class Weapon."

Luo Lijun cried, "Young Master Li, leave! Do not let us drag you down."

Luo Xiujun said, "How about us sisters going up there to fight alongside Li Qi? Maybe we can still pin it down!"

Luo Yujun said, "Stop talking nonsense. How could a Second-Class Weapon be pinned down? Whoever touches this thing dies. We should run too—getting even one person away would count as luck."

Bang!

Clang!

A scatter of parts littered the ground. The wind-up phonograph had been dismantled.

The sisters were shocked, and Li Banfeng stared blankly at the parts all over the floor.

The phonograph was made of tough material and built with meticulous precision. Just moments ago, Li Banfeng had been pulling the needle with one hand and pressing the turntable with the other, trying to separate the needle from the record, yet even that had taken tremendous effort.

At the time, he had not even been able to summon his shadow.

So here was the question: how had the phonograph been dismantled?

A gear slowly rocked on the ground. Its axle suddenly stood upright