Battle

The Flying Spears in the nine-slot heavy metal spear case on Zhang Tie's back were each nearly 130 centimeters long. Aside from being ideal for throwing, these metal spears could also be wielded in close combat as short spears.

At that moment, Zhang Tie held two Flying Spears and swept them about. More than twenty demonized puppets that had just spotted the group of five and charged toward them had ten heads burst open beneath Zhang Tie's spears in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Tie's movements were swift, fierce, direct, and simple. Facing the charging demonized puppets, he had only one move—thrust!

Every time Zhang Tie thrust, the short spears in his hands gave off a low, explosive hiss as they tore through the air, displaying the terrifying speed they could attain over such a short distance. Compared to the power of his short spears, the heads of the demonized puppets he struck burst apart like watermelons, brains splattering backward.

Though those killed were demonized puppets, their appearances and clothing belonged to ordinary people from Tianhan City—merchants, citizens, students, housewives, elderly people, and children.

The man in his forties whose head Zhang Tie had just burst with a thrust was even wearing a postman's uniform. A large yellow Hua Script character for "Post" stood out on the left breast of his blue uniform. Beneath that character, though only for an instant, Zhang Tie saw the postman's identification badge indicating his former profession. On it was a proper ID photo taken while the man was alive, along with his name—Gu Anming.

Compared to the proper ID photo on the postman's badge, Gu Anming, who had been demonized for nearly a week, no longer bore any trace of that former respectable appearance. His eyes had turned blood-red with murderous intent and