Beyond the broken wall, suspended in midair, the hound convulsed violently. Vaporized blood burst out from within, spraying from the cracks along with shattered organs and equipment.
Behind the falling visor, thick blood and fluid seeped from its features. Only its twisted metal skeleton remained attached to its body, swaying in the wind.
When Huai Shi let go, it fell into the darkness and vanished.
There was one more!
"Come on!"
Yuan Zhao took a step back and flicked his toe. A rough alloy rod over two meters long, hidden on the ground, sprang up and landed in his hand.
The crudely lathe-cut blade tore through the night wind with a shrill howl. With a casual shake of Yuan Zhao's arms, it carved a perfect circle of iron light through the darkness.
It had already enveloped the approaching hound from afar.
All he had to do was wait for it to deliver itself into his attack range!
But in midair, a strange light flashed across the hound's visor. Two more wing membranes suddenly unfolded from the arms on its back, adjusting its trajectory.
Meanwhile, the arms in front had already drawn their guns and locked onto Yuan Zhao's head.
Yuan Zhao remained impassive.
The young man suddenly stepped forward. The iron spear in his hand trembled, unleashing a piercing shriek as he turned his wrist and raised it.
Javelin Throw!
Faster than him was a steel cable shooting from the darkness below.
Trailing sparks and arcs of electricity, it soared into the sky!
The barbed grappling hook instantly pierced the hound's abdomen. Then the cable retracted, dragging it downward!
Snap!
After a crisp sound that made their scalps tingle, the hound vanished.
Only Yuan Zhao, who had been silently posing as a master, was still frozen in his spear-throwing stance.