The youth with the lip piercing hurriedly scrambled to his feet, worried that the person above would crash down on him.
Everyone else standing on the grass looked up in trepidation at the man in the checkered shirt, who had yet to climb down. In the blink of an eye, a powerful force appeared where the window had vanished, twisting the back half of his left foot into a tangled mess of chaotic lines.
It was like a crumpled ball of paper.
Countdown
00:00:00
And so he dangled upside down in the air, swaying, his head only thirty centimeters from the ground. It was all because the window had suddenly disappeared.
The window that should have been there had turned into a blank space. There was no window frame, nor any other lines—only a solitary square of white suspended in midair.
Seeing that no second rule had yet appeared in the palm of her hand, Zheng Wuyou and Yuan Ling exchanged a glance, beginning to consider how they might get the man down.
After all, the moment they landed, they had realized that they now had color, but in an abstract art style.
The wind here was also unusually strong. If the man stayed out in it much longer, he would probably become a dried corpse within a few hours.
That would be a far more agonizing death than dying instantly.
"He's up in the air. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to save him..."
"Save me! Please!" Blood had rushed to his head from hanging upside down. Hearing Zheng Wuyou and the others talking, the man in the checkered shirt strained to lift his neck, his face already flushed red.
He looked feebly at the few people standing upside down in front of him, begging them to show