A great crash.

The bloody silk thread once again broke the defense of the golden sword light. It was like a giant net twisting and Tang Folei's reassembled body was cut into palm-sized pieces again and fell from the sky.

But obviously, that was another incarnation.

Even if the body was cut into millions upon millions of pieces, not one drop of blood fell. It wasn't known what materials the bodies were composed of; strangely, it was like a real body. ...