The rain curtain grows more intense.
Blood gushes onto the ground, merging into the flowing water.
On the surface, Fang Zheng appears nonchalant and contemptuous, but in truth, his heart was pounding with fear during the action, his heartbeat yet to settle.
After all, the opponent was a Martial Artist!
And a renowned one at that.
If he made a mistake, it could very well mean his own death.
Luckily…
Although a Martial Artist is strong, they are ultimately not completely immune to firearms. Severely injured, the body loses balance, allowing him the opportunity to seize it and decapitate with one stroke.
"Ough..."
An eerie wind rises sharply, as five Resentful Souls catch the scent of blood and crawl out from the Five Ghosts' Pouch, letting out excited low cries towards the two corpses on the ground.
Especially Yin Fang's corpse.
The abundant Qi and Blood to them is like a gluttonous feast. Even with Fang Zheng suppressing, they still desperately inch forward.
"Get lost!"
