Gone without a trace.
It was as if the recent image had been just a projection, and now the projector had been turned off.
After wiping everything out, the gigantic hand slowly retracted and shrank, and by the time it reached Li Changzhou's side, it casually slapped the flesh cannon that had been emitting white light at his feet.
When the hand was lifted, only a smooth handprint remained on the ground.
The hands at his front and side simultaneously returned behind Li Changzhou, blending into the black fog.
In the distance, the flesh tower with its erect posture opened an eye at the pinnacle. The eye, bloodshot and intertwined like circuitry, took in the entire scene within its field of view.
Seeing the attack fail, just as the flesh tower began to retract its petals like a closing flower bud, a black eagle dived down with its sharp claws and, with a snap, burst the eyeball wrapped in flesh.
