"Let me show you another magic trick."
The Magician removed his top hat, and an endless stream of white doves flew in from the sky, pouring into his hat.
"Amazing, isn't it? Spectacular, right?"
The Magician, with eyes full of dense, crazy bloodshot veins, looked at He Ao like a starved and mad beast, yet trying hard to suppress its primal instincts.
He Ao's face was expressionless.
"Why are you without expression?! Why aren't you shocked?! Is my magic not spectacular enough? Don't I look like a magician?!"
The Magician lifted his top hat high, and white doves, endless as before, flew out from the hat.
Behind him, the small mountain of flesh and blood remnants also turned into pure white doves, madly sweeping out.
The doves surrounded him, enveloping him within.
Then the doves flew into the air, and on the ground, there was no longer any sign of the Magician.