Night Wanderers were naturally skilled at assassination, coming and going without a trace. Ambushing a Voodoo Master at the Transcendent Stage was effortless.
The shattered heart was still beating, blood gushing out in streams. The cold young man did not die immediately. His brown pupils contracted into golden vertical slits, his nose collapsed into two nostrils, his lips split all the way to his ears, and his skin turned bluish-black as hard warts grew over it.
His entire body transformed into an ugly, humanoid toad.
Voodoo Transformation!
He was making a desperate final stand.
But just as he completed the transformation, that hand suddenly clenched, crushing the bright-red heart. The other hand plunged into the hole in his chest and tore with all its strength.
The toad-man was ripped cleanly in two, as easily as tearing apart a paper man.
From the attack to the tearing, the whole process took no more than three seconds. Li Zhengde's pupils dilated, and he was still frozen in shock.
Captain Gao, whom he revered like a god—Captain Gao, who could effortlessly crush steel and shatter rocks with a kick—had been killed just like that, as easily as squashing an ant.
Only then did Li Zhengde get a clear look at the attacker. He was an ordinary-looking young man, the sort of unremarkable person who would disappear into a crowd.
"Spare me, spa—" Li Zhengde had just begun begging when he heard a sharp crack. Then he saw his own back, and the corridor behind him.
W-what happened to me? The thought flashed through his mind before his consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.
Li Zhengde, his neck twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, crashed to the ground. He lost control of his bowels and bladder, soaking his crotch, while his legs twitched faintly.
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