Evil God Demon Tiger

Space shattered without a sound.

Of course, one could always add the sound of breaking glass in one's head. It was commonly known as filling in the blanks.

Unfortunately, the three who witnessed space shatter had no leisure for that at the moment.

The massive black tiger had stopped at the edge of the mountaintop, more than thirty meters away, its blood-red eyes showing a hint of wariness.

Yang Shelly lay on her back, her eyes nearly splitting at the corners. Forgetting the pain in her body entirely, she instinctively tried to get up.

Ling Yi, the protagonist of the moment, wore an indifferent expression as he slowly drew back the arm he had extended to throw,

Literally just the arm, with no hand attached.

Just now, at the very last moment, Ling Yi had thrown the Starry Sky Fireworks, which had been on the verge of exploding. Chaotic spatial power had run rampant, shattering a region of space more than seventy centimeters across.

There had been too little time. Even though Ling Yi had done his utmost to throw it farther away, the edge of the shattered space had still caught his hand.

In that instant, it was as though an eraser had wiped the hand off the figure of Ling Yi, silently and effortlessly.

Despite the pain of losing his hand, Ling Yi's expression did not ripple.

Compared to the time he had made a spare body, when he had sliced off even his own heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys and skull bit by bit and laid them out on a platter, this little bit of pain was nothing to Ling Yi.

With a thought, the deep-blue diamond-shaped mark between his brows shone. The power of life essence poured out of the Return to Origin Seal, and Ling