Yang Yong snatched up the Cause-and-Effect Scissors and, facing the direction the blood river was rushing from, cut into the white bone ground beneath his feet.
Snip.
The scissors closed.
The sound was softer than that of any other pair of scissors, as soft as cutting a sheet of paper.
Yet that single soft sound left a clean slit in the ground.
The layer of white bones curled up, revealing black bones underneath.
"Liu Hong! Lift the ground!"
As Yang Yong roared, his arm suddenly burst open. A bloody gash erupted along his forearm, flesh curling back as blood streamed down his arm.
Fortunately.
It had missed anything vital.
Yang Yong gritted his teeth, ignoring the blood river that had already surged right up to him.
Enduring the pain, he began cutting rapidly around him, twisting this way and that. The scissors in his hand opened and closed without pause, their snipping blending into a continuous clatter.
Everyone stared at Yang Yong's strange actions, momentarily stunned, with no idea what he was doing.
Ye Zefeng was the first to react.
Clutching his chest, he forced himself to sit up and desperately applied the geometry he had learned in school to decipher Yang Yong's movements...
He was cutting squares.
Yang Yong was cutting out a flat layout of squares!
"Quick! Help lift it!" Ye Zefeng immediately called to the others.
Everyone stepped forward, grabbed the edges of the white bone ground Yang Yong had cut, and heaved...
The cut section of white bone ground actually lifted!
Like an enormous stone slab, it stood upright.
They had only just raised one side.
Yang Yong had already finished cutting another.
Everyone kept lifting.
The second side rose.
Yang Yong kept cutting.
The blood from his arm had already soaked through his sleeve, yet