Splat!
Splat!
Blood sprayed everywhere. Lin Taichu had already been hit by more than a dozen bullets, blood flying in all directions—a shocking sight.
Yet he did not fall. He did not even groan. Dragging his heavy body along, he inched forward step by step. He had to leave this place.
At last, he neared the entrance to the valley.
But the mercenaries did not move aside. They raised their guns and aimed at Lin Taichu with cold smiles, as though ready to open fire at any moment.
They knew Lin Taichu was at the end of his rope. They believed that, at this moment, he was utterly vulnerable and would soon collapse here.
Lin Taichu struggled to raise his head and looked at the hundreds of mercenaries before him. Slowly, he closed his eyes. A miserable smile appeared on his lips as he murmured, "Did I still lose? What a pity. I never got the chance to see my father and mother again..."
The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of ferocity surfaced within them.
"Since I can't make it back alive, then I'll fight you to the death!" Lin Taichu threw back his head and roared, his aura erupting without warning.
Boom! A tremendous force suddenly surged up from within Lin Taichu's body.
The feeling was incredibly strange, as though something had exploded inside him.
Lin Taichu's eyes grew slightly moist. He knew this was the aftermath of his ruined dantian. From now on, he would no longer be able to wield true essence.
"Aaaah..." He roared madly, clenching his fists as veins bulged across his body. An utterly terrifying power radiated from him. He was like a tyrannosaur, a fierce tiger, and as though a Demon God had descended, his pressure bearing down