An incredibly sharp purple crystal spike materialized in the palm of his right hand.
As everyone watched in horror, Lin Ye, expressionless, raised his right hand and brutally stabbed it into the back of his left hand!
SQUELCH!
The amethyst crystal pierced his flesh, and blood instantly gushed out, staining the back of his hand red.
"They're insane, all of them!"
"Lin Ye, what are you doing!"
The members of Xinhuo cried out in alarm.
However, Lin Ye seemed oblivious to the bone-piercing pain and the flowing blood. He simply held up his blood-drenched left hand and displayed it for all to see.
His voice was still even. "Now, I'm injured, and I'm bleeding. Right?"
Everyone nodded subconsciously. How could such a gory scene be fake?
But Lin Ye slowly shook his head.
"No."
"I don't believe it."
The moment the words left his mouth, a scene that shattered everyone's worldview unfolded.
