The Lord's Projection

Li Yao's face suddenly turned extremely mysterious.

The silver brightness in the depths of his eyes seemed to be alive and extended zigzagging silver threads to his eyeballs, eyes, and even his entire face. The silver threads cut his face into almost a hundred pieces, each of which was shivering uncontrollably and forming an indescribable expression.

It was as if he had been controlled by a certain force and was caught in a bottomless dream.

Or maybe, he woke up from a long dream and did not reveal his true face until this moment.

The entire process lasted about half a second.

Within half a second, every cell in his body, and even every wisp of his soul in the depths of his brain, had been baptized by the silver storm and changed beyond recognition.

Half a second later, 'Li Yao' smiled and waved his hands casually.

BAM!