Prayer

In the night wind, under the full-force swipe of the Rampaging Tyrant T-103,

Wushang sprang nimbly up from the ground and dodged it.

Amid his sick, muttered rambling and one final, heart-rending roar, he grabbed the Tyrant T-103's arm. With a forceful pull, he used its momentum to launch himself toward the Tyrant T-103's face, then slammed his knee into its eye.

Splurt-!

With a thunderous crash, even the air around them rippling with internal energy, one of the Tyrant T-103's eyes was smashed to pieces by Wushang. Black blood sprayed across Wushang's body and face, mixing with the blood pouring from his own body.

At the same time as that blow, Wushang's two black-line eyes remained fixed on the Tyrant T-103. In pain, he roared at it, "It hurts... It hurts so much!!!"

"I endured so much pain to save them, only for all of you to kill them!"

"Heh... hehehe... hahahaha!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill every last one of you!!!"

Wushang had landed. Covering his hideous, terrifying face with one hand, he crouched down as his body continued to tremble, and picked up the Madman's Machete from earlier.

With one eye smashed, the Tyrant T-103 in front of him instinctively took a step backward.

At that moment, the other Tyrant T-103s had already charged over and were swiping at Wushang from behind!

Whoosh-!

The Tyrant T-103s' attacks were terrifyingly fast and powerful. Their giant claws had yet to reach him, but the fierce wind had already arrived, whistling as it whipped at Wushang's white hair.

As his white hair swayed, just as the giant claw was about to hit him, Wushang nimbly turned to the side and narrowly dodged the attack from the Tyrant T-103 behind him.

At the same time, the Machete