Mo Qiong's block and counterattack had caught them off guard.
If they had been focused enough, their reactions and strength—both superior to Mo Qiong's—would have allowed them to stop and pull out the Wrist Blade at the instant it pierced his neck without killing him.
But with Master Gou restraining them, the assassins who had been suppressing Mo Qiong were even more wary of the sniper rifle. They had never expected him to suddenly launch such a powerful counterattack.
In the exchange of blocks and deflections, one assassin died by his own hand.
The remaining assassins knew they could neither win nor escape. They actually split up and charged toward the various animal cages.
Their Wrist Blades flashed one after another, rapidly slashing open the cages and door locks and releasing all kinds of wild beasts and raptors.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three gunshots rang out in succession. The last three assassins collapsed, each shot precisely through the coccyx, leaving their lower bodies completely paralyzed.
Although the assassins had fallen, the beasts had escaped their cages.
The animals here had clearly been tampered with. Thinking back to how Hastar had attacked his master the moment it saw meat, they likely went berserk as soon as they smelled blood.
Now that so many people had died, the animals on the scene had already gone mad. Released from their cages, they immediately charged the crowd in a frenzy.
The gunmen had lacked the courage to oppose superhumans fighting each other, but surely they weren't afraid to shoot a group of beasts, were they?
They were! Because all of them were Haman's pets.
The surviving gunmen scrambled and leaped about, chased by the wild beasts.
Seeing a pack of hyenas pounce toward Haman, Mo Qiong kicked the leader away with a whip kick, but