The sound vanished in an instant, everyone was dumbfounded, staring at Yan Luo with eyes wide open, as if their eyes were about to pop out.
Time seemed to be slowed down a thousandfold, every drop of splattered blood, brain matter, every burst of muscle, and fragment of bone were vividly visible.
She Wuyou's body still maintained the victorious posture of arms held high, but everything above the neck was gone, leaving the esophagus and trachea neatly separated at the break.
Even the muscles of the neck were still undulating, drawing air into the lungs.
A camera pre-set for capturing the scene continuously captured the moment when She Wuyou's head fragments flew apart, many cameras connected to live broadcasts projected this scene into thousands of homes, and even some outdoor screens were displaying this Shura-like scene.
The people hadn't yet realized what had happened, they just instinctively stopped making sound.
