Solid, thick stone pillars rose from the bottom of the lake with a rumbling noise, piercing into the mist and heading straight up to the sky.
The howling wind carried with it the sounds of punches, clear and distinct.
From above, one could see Tang Qi, like a diligent old farmer, pounding a head into the rocky depths with a fixed strength and frequency, his pale fists stained with blood, flesh, and shattered teeth—a scene both violent and terrifying.
Now a Professional-level Melter Wizard, Tang Qi naturally had other means.
But after being angered, he chose this method.
Just the wind was so fierce that it masked some noises. Behind him, on Bessie Love's smooth little foot, a huge meat tumor swelled up silently, slowly splitting apart to reveal a fresh head, its wet, golden hair draped over, and a chilling smile hooked at the corner of her mouth.
