The special agent cautiously tried to control his stiff tongue, as if he were pushing a mountain, slowly inching the pearl out of his mouth.
In the Ancient Era, even Yu Gong moving mountains didn't seem as strenuous as this.
"Puh... cough cough..."
The saliva-coated Destruction Pearl finally fell from the agent's mouth.
The tall elder seemed to have anticipated this, flipping his palm to catch it steadily.
He didn't even bother to wipe it, casually stuffing the wet pearl back into his jacket pocket.
Then, he suddenly released the five fingers gripping the other's throat.
"Thud!"
The agent collapsed onto the ground like a boneless heap of mud.
His injuries weren't actually that severe, but he seemed to have been flayed and had his tendons removed, his limbs were weak and unable to support him.
He coughed and retched violently, as if trying to vomit out his very soul.
