Those hundred crystallized Feather Blades gave Qin Siyang a completely different feeling from before.
The Feather Blades turned into sharp edges and struck, yet there was no shriek of air being torn apart, as though the greatest sound was silence.
Only at the instant Qin Siyang appeared did they silently slice through the space he occupied.
Qin Siyang's vision had only just returned and had yet to fully stabilize. He had not bought himself even the slightest moment to react.
Several cutting lines unleashed by the Feather Blades instantly passed through his body in midair.
Had his instincts not remained on alert, triggering the Tier Six spear in his hand as though through telepathy to shatter half the Feather Blades coming straight at him and disrupt the cutting paths of the hundred-odd blades, Qin Siyang would likely have been minced into meat, losing all possibility of reassembling himself.
Even so, the remaining cuts were lethal enough.
Eight chunks of his body, dripping with hot blood, scattered as gravity pulled them down from the air.
Below, where he was keeping watch, Li Tianming's pupils suddenly contracted.
With no time to panic, a pitch-black [Shaman] mask immediately appeared on his face. Dozens of thick vines burst out of the ruined ground beneath his feet and reached for Qin Siyang's scattered body parts.
The vines carefully cradled each chunk of flesh with their soft tips in midair.
By the time the vine carrying Qin Siyang's head had helped piece his corpse back together, Li Tianming was trembling all over.
He laid all the pieces flat on the ground, took every last precious pharmaceutical out of the Medical Storage Box at his waist, and applied the medicine to every severed surface and wound.
"You fucking idiot!" Li Tianming's voice carried suppressed despair, spittle flying