Mo Qiong had to merge with Che Yun first, then use Flying Thunder God to come over.
That was why he was the last to arrive at the scene. When he appeared, he saw Luo Yan trapped in a dangerous situation.
There was no time to think. Without even raising his gun, he fired a barrage straight at the floor.
He did not need to raise the gun. Raising his eyelids was enough.
Thus, at the critical moment, although Mo Qiong was more than ten meters away, his precise marksmanship still knocked the broken blade flying.
"Puff puff puff!" The bullets burst diagonally out of the floor, rising from below and striking their targets with perfect accuracy.
They also blasted the doctor's wrist bones into a bloody mess. Only a small section of flesh still connected the palm to the arm, leaving it dangling limply and dripping with blood.
Yet the doctor still refused to give up. At that moment, every muscle in his hands, feet, joints, and body was pushed to its absolute limit.
Even with his heart shattered and his palm gone, he still used the momentum to unleash a devastating attack.
His wrist bones, beaten into a bloody blur, slammed viciously into Luo Yan's face, thrusting forward like a bone club.
Luo Yan was sent flying by the blow, his face covered in blood.
The doctor had already done everything he could. As Luo Yan was knocked back, Master Gou had also closed in. There was no way the doctor could knock both Master Gou and Luo Yan away at the same time.
However, just as Master Gou's terrifying fist was about to smash the doctor's head apart—
A look of relief appeared on the doctor's face. His eyes filled with guilt as he said, "I'm sorry."