The dense rope hanging from the corridor ceiling coiled around Li Ang's neck like a python, quickly tightening.
Li Ang was suspended mid-air, the crackling sound of neck bones reverberating clearly in his ears.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suppressive gunfire resounded continuously from the second-floor platform,
Wang Congshan emptied the entire pistol magazine, the enchanted bullets spiraling out, hitting and breaking some of the ropes coiled around Li Ang's neck and wrists.
Boom!
Taking advantage of the brief respite, Li Ang kicked the wall hard, his body crashing towards the right side of the corridor wall,
while simultaneously releasing the Level-One Superpower of the Mental Ability Self-molding System [Shrinking]— the effect of which compressed his skin, muscles, and bones with Spiritual Energy, proportionally reducing the size of his body.
Unlike other factions, the Lingneng Self-molding System primarily impacts oneself,
