A hum sounded in Hyperion's ears, making her sense of space in her vision seem somewhat disordered.
All she could see was the silver, liquid-like entity that was dashing around the classroom like an artillery shell, bringing up a burst of silver and blood mixed waves with each collision, like steel rampaging through a cake.
The fifth-order demon teacher who was originally standing at the classroom door, had now been swallowed up by the silver entity, a large chunk of his body torn away. A ripped wound split open on his body, and blood gushed out from the bone marrow, soaking the grass. The remaining body was split into two sections, like a puppet with broken strings, quietly trembling and lying on the ground.
Signs of life on him had vanished, only his hollow eyes helplessly staring at the dome of the botanical garden remained.