What had these people—what had they gone through? Why were they so cowardly in spirit, yet able to calmly accept death's arrival?
Those two qualities should not have existed in the same person.
They should not even have existed in a human being.
Chen Xuan had the illusion that although Ma Kang spoke the same language as him, the two of them were fundamentally incapable of communicating effectively, as if they were not even the same species.
Even if he took him back for interrogation, he probably would not get any valuable information.
Unless he let Ma Kang witness with his own eyes that what he believed in was not so indestructible after all.
Chen Xuan ignored Ma Kang. After tossing him onto the ground, he walked back into the hall.
"You—ugh!" Ma Kang seemed to want to say something, but in the end, it became nothing more than a heavy sigh.
The room was filled with white smoke. Charred human bodies littered the floor, the lights were less than a tenth as bright as before, and sparks still continued to rain down from the ceiling.
Within this hellish scene resembling a battlefield, Xu Xuanling and Liu Li each occupied a corner of the room, forming a triangular standoff with the Nano-Lifeform at the center. The former looked completely unharmed. Several chains wrapped in talismans glimmered brightly; she had probably used some spell like the Lightning-Deflecting Art to redirect the lightning's power into the talismans. The latter looked somewhat disheveled. Although she had used her large conical hat as a shield to block the earlier lightning strike, both the hat itself and half her skirt had been scorched to tatters by the high-voltage current. Even her waterfall-smooth silver hair now stood straight on end, making her look like she had