"How could this happen? How is it possible?" The crowd shook their heads in disbelief, their faces etched with incredulity.
Everyone looked on as Feng Xiaobai emerged from the dust, his cheeks stiff with shock, unable to utter a word.
At this moment, blood hung from the corner of Feng Xiaobai's mouth, clearly injured, and judging from his gait, the injuries seemed quite severe.
However, he was still alive, and to those watching, this was terrifyingly unbelievable.
Dong Weiyue's face, previously smug with satisfaction, gradually stiffened into a frozen smile.
"He survived that?" Dong Weiyue's heart clenched suddenly, she too was stunned.
Standing at a distance and reveling in schadenfreude, Wei Yuanjie and the others were dumbfounded, their expectations continuously clashing with reality.
"This guy, he must have something strange on him, it's impossible for him not to die after that!" Wei Yuanjie murmured uncertainly.