Are These Things Mass-Produced?

Riding atop Shi Tiexin, Youyou's gaze was cold and sharp. With the last few bullets, she blasted the mountain ape's relatively weaker feet to pieces. Its strength went off balance, and its center of gravity immediately began to sway.

The next instant, Shi Tiexin shifted his stance with perfect tacit understanding. Formless Wind surged, instantly sending the mountain ape staggering straight into a wall and vanishing through the hole it smashed open.

Shi Tiexin continued sprinting down the corridor and, in the blink of an eye, ran into another squad of Demon Soldiers moving in for the kill.

Just then, the wall to one side exploded outward. The battered mountain ape roared as it pounced out, swinging its heavy fist.

But where that fist landed stood a Type Three.

Smack! The Type Three, along with the sergeant hiding behind it, was crushed flat against the wall by that punch, impossible to peel off. Having been kited around for so long by the pair's combined technique, the mountain ape was covered in wounds and greatly depleted in stamina. After throwing that full-force punch, it was somewhat weak as well.

Then, a razor-sharp blade light carrying boundless killing intent descended from above, slashing across the mountain ape's thick neck with a swish.

It was as though a line had flashed past. The blade was pristine, unstained by a single drop of blood.

Thud.

The enormous head crashed to the floor.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—an immense quantity of pale purple blood erupted from the severed neck like high-pressure water cannons, splattering against the walls before quickly flowing across the floor.

This pale purple blood was thicker than vivid human blood.

Though headless, the mountain ape's body still twitched. As if it possessed some stubborn life force, it continued struggling against death, even trying to