"Captain, what is he muttering about?"
Beside him, a middle-aged man cautiously edged closer, observing the man in white suit whose pupils had suddenly contracted, and asked in a low voice.
"It's nothing major." He Ao shook his head, grasping the phantom femur at his chest, and then slowly exerted force.
The femur that was inserted into his body was slowly pulled out from his chest, and the long, slender wriggling tendrils that were connected around the bone were also dragged out from He Ao's body.
But these tendrils were not limited to the small section exposed outside; they were entrenched deep within He Ao's flesh and soul.
As the pulling motion continued, the slender tendrils were extracted from He Ao's body like threads, and a searing pain akin to a raging fire rose within his body and soul.
Yet his actions did not cease, he kept pulling upwards, inch by inch extracting the femur.
