He closed his eyes, waiting quietly.
Until the end of the hallway, the chaotic footsteps hurriedly approached, like a torrential downpour, in hot pursuit.
When the Mutated Transformations burst in, they saw it—a bold and joyful smile; finally, he waved at them.
"Today, I play the boulder.
Thank you all for tripping over me here!"
The very moment of that thought, a wild roar soared into the sky, uncountable steel lights like a downpour, spreading toward all directions, piercing everything, tearing apart all.
The explosion echoed, blowing from the fierce wind into the distance.
The sound of shattering corpses rose.
"Die!"
Tang Qian bellowed, yanking his axe from a broken skull, turned around, swung it horizontally, chopped at the waist, and then desperately grabbed a sharp blade that had thrust toward him, his six arms, now weaponless.
Even one of his legs was broken off.
But no matter...
With a blood-stained face, he grinned and then, opened his mouth!
