He blinked his eyelids, whose skin had already been blistered by the blast, and immediately looked toward the kitchen window.
He wanted to see whether the window covered by that strange red cloth had been blown open.
Then the young man was disappointed.
Even after such an explosion, that layer of red cloth remained as pristine as ever!
The kitchen walls had been blasted black, yet the spot covered by the red cloth did not even have a speck of dust on it.
"Cough, cough. Hehehehe, hahahaha!"
The young man finally lost the last of his stubborn resolve and collapsed onto the floor. At last, he completely understood.
The monster before him was absolutely beyond anything human strength could contend with.
He had used the most powerful explosive damage humanity could produce, yet it had not harmed the other party in the slightest. There were no stronger weapons left in his room.
His chest burned fiercely, as though a fire had been lit inside it. It felt as if a hand were gripping his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe.
If the Blood Floss Demon at the doorway had not remained motionless, with only the red light in its eyes flaring brighter as it swept over his body, seemingly checking whether he was still alive—
He would have suspected that this demon was using an invisible hand to clutch his lungs.
Amid his bitter laughter, the young man viciously pounded his own head. His head throbbed terribly, as though his heart had shifted locations and was now beating inside his skull.
He could even hear the sound of his heart beating in his head.
"Mr. Demon, it seems I'm about to die. Even if I were sent to the hospital now, injuries like these would only keep me