Shen Xin wasn't a stranger to dead bodies.
He had seen Chen Zhongyuan's corpse, a mangled, bloody mess hacked by countless blades.
But nothing compared to the shock of this. One second, a living, breathing person; the next, a leap into the void, shattering right before your eyes.
He landed with a dull thud just five or six meters away from Shen Xin, his body truly and utterly spread-eagled on the ground.
His arms and legs were still twitching unnaturally, a result of some reflexive muscle response.
Beneath his head, crimson blood was slowly spreading. From Shen Xin's angle, his head looked as if it had been flattened.
A powerful, utterly irrepressible wave of nausea washed over him, forcing Shen Xin to turn his head and retch violently.
His stomach convulsed with each heave, tears streaming from his eyes. His brain felt starved for air, and under the scorching sun, a dizzy spell hit him hard.
The screams of distant residents reached his ears.
