There was no time to mourn for the Furious Monkey, as the Red Driver's face was firmly gripped by five fingers. In this instant, he instinctively reviewed his entire life up to this point in his mind.
"Damn, seeing one's life flash before one's eyes in a comic always means certain death! No, why am I still being sarcastic at a time like this? I must have been infected by that Ant..."
This thought flickered briefly through the Driver's mind, but to his surprise, Cliff in front of him couldn't close his palm to crush his skull like an egg, and instead remained frozen in place.
Crack crack—
The sound of bone-on-bone friction echoed throughout Cliff's body.
An invisible force, or more precisely, Zhao Zijing's telekinesis, clamped down hard on Cliff's limbs and joints, rendering him immobile.
