"Die!"
Jiang Qiao swung his fist as he chased down the chef.
The entire corridor was filled with flashes of lightning, booming thunder, and blazing flames.
The terrifying talismans seemed to have come alive, writhing as they crawled all over the surrounding walls and ceiling. Just one glance was enough to make anyone's scalp go numb.
At this moment.
The greasy, filthy apron on the chef's body was especially conspicuous, radiating a faint white light.
It did not dare to withstand this terrifying attack, which was comparable to a Ninth Rank attack, and could only passively dodge. The supernatural forces surging in all directions also made it wary, but fortunately, the apron could block most of them.
Suddenly.
Jiang Qiao's body stiffened as he swung his fist.
A dense layer of blood blisters appeared on his face. Then his flesh began to churn violently, the wrinkles... It looked as though his face had been pressed into a steaming pot of oil. His skin split open and his flesh rapidly lost its vitality.
His entire face was ultimately disfigured beyond recognition, leaving only his two eyes still flickering with gray light.
"Go to hell!"
The chef finally seized an opportunity and launched an effective counterattack.
It glared fixedly at Jiang Qiao, its palm seemingly clutching something. Then it raised that strange frying pan and smashed it down viciously.
Crack!
Jiang Qiao suddenly felt a chill in his brain. Then hot liquid began flowing from his nostrils.
It was transparent and clear, mixed with something murky and streaked with red and white.
This was his brain.
But by now, it had been completely shaken apart, gurgling out through his nostrils. As his brain matter flowed out, his consciousness gradually began to blur.
"Interesting."
Those words came from Jiang Qiao's ferocious, terrifying face,