The electric light pierced through his body, splitting in two and shooting towards the other masked figures behind him.

It splits once for every person it hits.

Sometimes it splits into two, and sometimes it splits into multiple branches.

In an instant, without any reaction, the four or five hundred masked figures on the scene were all connected by silver lightning.

The electric light did not disappear; instead, it continued to discharge.

One end extends from Xia Tianqiong's index finger, and the other end connects all the masked people present.

They were trembling violently, smoke was coming out of their mouths and noses, and their eyes were rolling upwards.

Four or five seconds later, the aroma of roasted meat wafted through the air.

Fifteen or sixteen seconds later, these people's bodies began to carbonize and burn.

Only then did the lightning disappear.

Throughout the entire process, Xia Tianqiong kept looking at the phone camera and never looked back.

He then explained to the audience with a smile, "Actually, the person died the instant they were hit. The rest was all for the sake of the show. So, are you satisfied? This show is called 'Electric Mask Man'!"

The barrage of comments that had been flooding the screen suddenly stopped at this moment.

The audience was shocked and didn't know how to criticize him.

The sight of four or five hundred people being electrocuted into charcoal in an instant is shocking enough.

But looking at Xia Tianqiong's ever-bright smile, countless people couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

He seems like a psychopathic killer.

Some people even experienced physiological reactions and began to vomit.

After the hundreds of masked men died, their bodies were charred but still vanished into thin air, their bones turning into artifacts and masks.

The masks vanished into thin air, but the masks they themselves wore remained in place.

The ground was covered in white, with masks and strange artifacts everywhere.

Xia Tianqiong strolled over and picked up the strange artifacts and masks one by one.

"This one is not bad, a Grade B broadsword. This one is even better, it's actually a Grade A spear."

He would thoughtfully share each item he picked up with the audience.

"Huh? There are quite a few talismans and pills here. Wow! They're such good people, leaving me so many good things. Well then, let's continue searching for good people."