When the nearest Elite Soldier brushed past Meng Chao, who was deeply concealed beneath the mud.
Meng Chao did not make a move.
There were still several Elite Soldiers not far from him.
And a drone happened to be flying overhead.
Only after the drone circled back and the other Elite Soldiers had each fallen into their own troubles did Meng Chao calmly detonate the Spiritual Energy he had long since planted beneath this Elite Soldier's feet.
An air pocket instantly exploded in the mud beneath the Elite Soldier's feet.
A tremendous suction force, like the claws of a water ghost, seized his ankle in a death grip.
The Elite Soldier froze slightly, thinking he had stepped into a whirlpool in the mudslide.
Just as he was about to struggle to his feet, Meng Chao pounced like a hungry yet unflustered crocodile.
Before the Elite Soldier could scream.
Meng Chao's five right-hand fingers had already gripped his tailbone.
With a gentle shake, Spiritual Energy surged like waves, conducting from the tailbone all the way to the cervical vertebrae, then along the shoulder blades and ribs into every joint in the Elite Soldier's body. It shook apart more than a hundred of his bones while firmly locking down his throat muscles, ensuring that he could not make a sound louder than the beating wings of a mosquito.
In an instant, the Elite Soldier collapsed like a puppet whose strings had all been cut.
This fellow was also a ruthless man who feared neither heaven nor earth.
He had also undergone incomparably harsh professional training.
Even with his tailbone locked by Meng Chao and every joint in his body dislocated—a pain that would have made an ordinary person faint—he restored seventy percent of his mobility in the blink of an eye through