The stone spikes that burst from the ground were terrifying in both sharpness and force. Screams rang out all around them. Within a hundred-meter radius, at least twenty or thirty people had been struck.
Each spike pierced straight through its victim, leaving a gaping hole. Anyone struck in a vital spot dropped dead on the spot. The only ones who survived were those hit in the limbs, but even they lost arms or legs and were left drenched in blood. They might not have died immediately, but they were crippled all the same.
Only Old Wang stood there, staring blankly at the bloody slaughter around him, unable to process what had happened. His mind had practically shut down. He even wondered whether he was dead or alive.
Of course, he could tell this was Master Shan's long-prepared, deadly strike. More precisely, it had been a deliberate ambush aimed specifically at him.
Perhaps the others had simply been unlucky when they were struck. Each of them had taken at most one spike, and some hadn't been hit at all.
But Old Wang had taken the full brunt of eight stone spikes!
The spikes had covered him from every direction, and they had come so suddenly that there was no way Old Wang could have dodged them with his own abilities.
That was why he was still standing there in a daze. He hadn't even been able to react to an attack of that caliber. All he could do was close his eyes and wait to die—and die horribly.
But the agony of being pierced by countless arrows that he'd imagined never came. Aside from feeling a faint tremor after each impact, he felt no pain at all.
What the hell was going on?
Old Wang opened his eyes. The bloody mess