With a crisp bang, the arms in his sleeves exploded, turning into two streams of thick black smoke that gushed out toward Zuo Zhicheng in an overwhelming manner.
At this moment, the black smoke surged even more intensely, making it even clearer to the naked eye that the black smoke was not real smoke, but small insects that were only a few millimeters long. Each insect was extremely small, and when they huddled together, they looked like a cloud of black smoke from afar.
Each of the insects was like the one on Zuo Zhicheng's chest, with a wrinkled, ferocious-looking face. As they flew, the insects hissed and screamed at each other. The sound that mixed together sounded like countless people shouting and cursing angrily.
From the image to the sound, the cloud of smoke that rushed over gave the impression that the gates of hell had been opened wide, and endless evil spirits were rushing out.
However, in the face of this terrifying scene, Zuo Zhicheng did not even frown. He calmly turned the muzzle and fired three shots at the charging Kuilin. Three blobs of blood splattered on his opponent's upper body, but Kuilin reacted quickly. Before Zuo Zhicheng could fire, he used his hands to cover his head. The three shots hit his wrists and arms, but did not hit his head.
The bullets entered his body and were quickly squeezed out by his muscles. Then, the bleeding stopped and the wounds began to heal.
Seven bullets were not enough to kill any of his opponents. Zuo Zhicheng did not panic at all. He did not even look at the sea of black insects that was only a few meters behind his head. He only turned the muzzle and aimed at Kuilin's knees.
Bang! A gunshot rang out.
Even if his muscles were as strong as orange, his joints were still weak and could not withstand the force of a bullet.
With a crisp sound, Kuilin's knees were instantly shattered. He staggered and fell to the ground. However, his reaction was quick. He used his other leg to step forward and twisted his waist in mid-air. He rolled and continued to rush towards Zuo Zhicheng.
It seemed that he was completely used to his rapid regeneration and had perfectly integrated this trait into his battle style.
However, when he rolled and rushed towards Zuo Zhicheng on all fours, what awaited him was the gleam of a snow-white sword.
After Zuo Zhicheng fired his eighth bullet, the sea of black insects was only half a meter away from him. He finally moved.
With his infrared vision, he could clearly see the energy flow around Kuilin's body. He predicted Kuilin's movements and stabbed towards his opponent's brain.
It looked as if he had slammed his head into the dagger and delivered his head to the dagger.
Kuilin's line of sight was already occupied by the snow-white blade. At the same time, a terrifying murderous aura surged towards him, almost freezing his bones. Although he tried his best to block the incoming blade with his hands, it was simply too close. There was no way he could make it in time.
It was like the final radiance of the setting sun before death, lighting up his heart. His brain instantly, he recalled the previous scene.
'Alice and the other two were temporarily pushed back by the opponent's magic device …'
'Previously, it seemed like he used his arms to block the opponent's attacks, but those attacks hit his wrists and shoulders. Now that I think about it, it was just to make his arms temporarily lose the ability to resist. It made it difficult for him to quickly block the attacks.
'After eliminating the threat from his arms, it was the knee attack. He only removed one knee because I could still attack in this situation, so I could enter the final trap.
'He can even calculate this step? But how is this possible?
'From the beginning to the end, his target was only me?'
In Kuilin's line of sight, he couldn't see what Zuo Zhicheng looked like with the hood on. All he could see was a pair of ice-cold eyes filled with the aura of death staring at him.
It was as if he had just casually killed an insect.
Such feelings made Kuilin, whose life was hanging by a thread, feel a feeling that he had not felt for a long time.
It was so familiar.
When he was still a mortal, he felt this feeling almost every day.
It was the fear that bandits, the army, the blood and fire, the swords and knives, brought to him.
After a few decades, the feeling of fear finally came again.
In less than a second, Kuilin's heart almost stopped beating. However, just as Zuo Zhicheng's tactical dagger was about to pierce through his skull, a sharp sound that seemed to pierce through one's soul rang in their ears.
This second was not destined to be the day Kuilin died. Just as he was about to step into the netherworld, the surrounding black clouds shook violently. Countless black insects were shrieking and roaring. They collectively released sound waves and sound waves that rushed towards Kuilin and Zuo Zhicheng's ears at a speed of 340 meters per second.
Blood gushed out of their ears at the same time. Under the attack of the sound waves, both of them lost their balance and fell in the direction they were originally moving.
The tactical dagger slightly slashed Kuilin's forehead, opening a deep wound. Blood gushed out and covered Kuilin's entire face.
Although the injury was serious, as long as Kuilin was not dead, recovery was only a matter of time.
On the other hand, Zuo Zhicheng felt waves of dizziness in his head and his limbs were severely imbalanced. Obviously, the sound wave attack had severely affected his cerebellum and central nervous system, causing his limbs to be imbalanced and weak.
'I didn't expect this old man to be so troublesome.' Zuo Zhicheng covered his ears and temples with one hand. The dizziness caused by the physical injury was not something that could be overcome with willpower and physical strength.
He forced himself to look in the direction of the four ghouls. Alice and the other two ghouls that were hit in the head were slowly getting up. The wounds on their heads were slowly healing.
Kuilin's brain had also been attacked by the sound waves. He had lost his balance and was covering his ears as he slowly retreated. However, with his Ultra Rapid Regeneration ability, his recovery speed was obviously much faster than Zuo Zhicheng's.
Seeing this, Zuo Zhicheng knew that it was not the time to stay any longer. He put the dagger back into the pouch on his leg and reached into one of the pockets on his chest.
In the next moment, before the four ghouls could recover, the overwhelming black clouds swarmed over and covered Zuo Zhicheng's body from head to toe.
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