Although Nangong had plenty of genuine artifacts in his hands, he was still an ordinary mortal. That much was obvious from the way he fought. He could neither fly nor burrow underground, nor could he lift enormous weights. Even if a small stone fell on his head, he had to dodge it. Seeing this, Hao Ren's confidence soared. He rushed over and floored the half-baked Demon Hunter who was incapable of accomplishing anything with a single brick.
He had used his Data Terminal.
"This thing finally worked for once!" Hao Ren watched Nangong lie stiffly on the ground, then looked rather comfortingly at the hexagonal metal block in his hand, which was shaped much like an ashtray. After countless unpleasant user experiences, he had finally discovered the only function this thing was willing to obey. The Data Terminal clearly disagreed, however—it cursed him out in his mind for five full minutes afterward. Hao Ren felt he should have asked earlier where its mute function was.
"Problem solved. Time to move!" Hao Ren tossed his head with a flourish. Vivian and Lily immediately transformed and began bombarding the undead armor around them, which was gradually breaking free of the runes' control. In an instant, they cleared out a large swath of undead that had already closed in around the group. But just as everything had finally begun proceeding according to plan, something that made the corner of one's eye twitch happened: another rope suddenly dropped from the huge hole in the ceiling!
That scrawny Indian monk had not left either. At this critical moment, he had descended from the sky just like Nangong!
Hao Ren looked at the two female superheroes slaughtering everything in their path, then at Nangong lying on the ground. He gritted his teeth and stamped his foot,