At the critical moment, the White-Haired Ghost let out a furious roar. His taut white hair and beard abruptly swelled and grew as though alive, transforming into dozens of white whips that precisely intercepted the trajectories of the Doomsday Bullets!
However, the assassins had never intended to rely on these few Doomsday Bullets to reap the White-Haired Ghost's life.
The ace among aces, who had remained lurking in the darkness all along, was the assassins' final trump card.
There was not the slightest sound.
Nor was there the faintest flash or spark.
Even with Meng Chao's Divine Realm eyesight, and despite having discovered and firmly locked onto the commander in the darkness from the very beginning, he could only barely make out an exceedingly faint ripple before the commander—one so faint it would require a microscope to detect.
Mixed among the dazzling trajectories of the five Doomsday Bullets, this ripple was like a drop of water hidden within the entire sea. At an erratic path of two to three times the speed of sound, now fast and now slow, now left and now right, it rapidly closed in on the White-Haired Ghost's chest.
The White-Haired Ghost swept away nearly all the Doomsday Bullets with his long hair.
Only the most crucial and deadliest one slipped through.
Thus, when the ripple was only thirty centimeters away from the White-Haired Ghost, it suddenly erupted, expanding in an instant from a point close to zero into dozens of tsunami-like shockwaves.
Dozens of shockwaves struck the White-Haired Ghost's chest almost simultaneously.
In that instant, Meng Chao seemed to hear the Diamond Nine-Headed Dragon roar.
He saw the beast soul of a translucent Diamond Nine-Headed Dragon howl out from the depths of the ripple. Its nine heads, condensed from ferocious flames, opened their blood-filled maws