But Zhou Leng was faster than him.
He lunged forward and landed a palm strike on his back.
Poof...
The man's back and chest exploded, flesh and blood sprayed everywhere, leaving a huge hole in his upper body as he fell to the ground.
He lay on the ground, crawling with his hands and legs a few times before stopping.
Zhou Leng heard the dense footsteps behind him and rushed to the side.
"Something's wrong, there's only one set of footsteps left, and they're moving to the left. Stop! Walk slowly," Yu Baocheng's voice echoed.
The seven-man team suddenly stopped, gathered together, and proceeded cautiously.
They arrived at the location of the two corpses and saw two foreign martial artists in strange death postures.
One's face cracked from the bottom up, the other's upper body had a large hole.
The seven were chilled to the bone.
"What on earth..."
All seven were experienced practitioners, instantly recognizing the ferocity of the attacker's strike.
