Xu Yuan raised his submachine gun and pulled the trigger.
Fire burst from the muzzle.
Bullets poured out.
The Demon General's body was riddled with bullet holes. Flesh flew as it collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.
Xi formed a Mystic Seal with both hands.
A black curtain of light shrouded the entire street, hiding Xu Yuan's movements from sight and preventing anyone from sensing anything with divine perception.
Once the Demon General was barely clinging to life, Xu Yuan kicked it into a wall and pinned it there with the gun's muzzle.
Ratatatatat!
After that burst, the Demon General had no strength left to fight back.
Xu Yuan smashed it to the ground with the gunstock, deactivated Nibelung, planted a foot on its head, and pulled the trigger again.
Ratatatatat—
Its neck burst apart, and its head came clean off!
"Hahahahaha!" Though pinned beneath his foot, the Demon General could not stop laughing. "The harder you hit me now, the worse I'll make you pay once I come back to life!"
"Is that so?" Xu Yuan said.
He pulled out the magazine, waited a moment, and it filled with bullets again.
Xu Yuan clicked it back into place and aimed at the Demon General's head.
One moment.
Two moments.
Three moments.
Thin black streams poured down from the sky and flowed into the Demon General's body.
Its form was instantly restored, and even more immense waves of power rolled off it.
This was not healing. This was resurrection!
The Demon General gave a vicious grin.
"I told you—"
Ratatatatat!
The submachine gun spat fire again. Metal casings rained onto the ground in a dense clatter.
The Demon General convulsed under the barrage, blood spraying from its mouth. "You're going to die!"
"You're dead!" it roared.
"Okay, got it." Xu