The middle-aged man's expression instantly shattered into panic. Cold sweat erupted rapidly across his forehead, and his heart began pounding like a sledgehammer inside his chest. He stared at Long Hui as if he were looking at a literal monster.
Long Hui's eyes locked onto him, refusing to let him look away. The man's gaze was razor-sharp, freezing, and carried a terrifyingly oppressive aura. For a brief, agonising moment, the middle-aged man felt as though he were a helpless animal being stared down by a lethal apex predator. His breathing became erratic and uneven as raw panic slowly crept into every corner of his heart.
With such an unbelievable, supernatural ability standing against him, there was absolutely no way he could win this fight. Not against people like this. Not even if he emptied the weapon's entire magazine into them.
