Shang Shiming's actions were undoubtedly a bit eerie and bloody.
For a moment, not only was Rachel watching with a palpable sense of horror, but even Li Min couldn't help but furrow her brows.
However, as the long nail pierced through his palm, not a single drop of blood came out; Shang Shiming even took a deep breath, his face flushed with rapture.
Starting from the wound on his palm, his flesh rapidly withered, spreading quickly throughout his body.
His already not-so-strong physique instantly became like that of a dried-up mummy, leading one to question whether he was still alive.
But the next moment, Shang Shiming moved like a specter, covering several meters in one step with such speed he almost left an afterimage, and chopped down on a scattered stone slab.
Amid the sounds of cracking, the rather thick stone slab instantly turned into a pile of fragments.
Not bad at all!
Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully.