Dust was flying everywhere, and the pages of the book were being blown around, as if the end of the world was coming.
Lin Zhao felt like a leaf blown up by the strong wind, and could only fall helplessly.
"Boom!"
When his body hit the ground, he felt that all the bones in his body were about to shatter into pieces.
His right arm hurt so much that it felt like fire, and blood slowly seeped out, staining the coarse clothes red.
Falling from the third floor of the library tower is no different from being sentenced to death for a handyman with no magic ability.
Lin Zhao's consciousness became increasingly blurred. He struggled to open his eyes, wanting to take one last look at the world.
