At this moment, it seemed as if the entire world had fallen silent.
Shantong'er froze in place, only feeling a deafening roar in his ears, as if the world around him was collapsing, and he himself was about to fall into the abyss, shattering into dust.
He didn't know how long it had been before he slowly heard his own heartbeat, and the heavy, rapid sound of his breathing.
Was he still alive?
He was still alive!
But, his body seemed foreign to him now, those hands that never trembled even when wielding the copper hammer weighing two hundred pounds, now shook violently, nearly unable to support his body, about to fall forward.
And if he fell—
He slowly lowered his eyes, looking at the blade around his neck. The sharp blade, despite being forcibly broken by him, remained undamaged. Even as his breathing intensified and his adam's apple bobbed, the edge had skimmed his neck, leaving a faint blood mark.
