There was no wasted talk. Only after carving a bloody path out of the depths of the Hundred Abysses had the two of them reached this place. It was a bloody path in every sense, soaked not only in the blood of countless beasts, but also in their own! Chen Mu no longer remembered how many times he had been wounded or how much blood he had shed.
The unending battles and slaughter had honed them into true killing machines. No hesitation, no wavering, no wasted words. The instant they decided to fight, they were already ready for battle.
Cold, murderous, utterly focused, with one overriding goal: to kill the enemy as quickly as possible!
Feeling the distinctive spiral grooves of the White Midge Bone Spike against his palm, Chen Mu bent his elbow outward and abruptly leaned back, his entire body like a bow bent in reverse.
"Hah!"
The bandits discovered, to their horror, that Chen Mu's arm had suddenly vanished from their sight!
Pff! Pff! Pff!
A string of bloody blossoms burst through the air like a lit fuse of firecrackers, exploding one after another!
Those bloody blossoms, bursting out of thin air, formed a perfectly straight line.
Whoosh!
Half a second later, a strange shriek tore at their eardrums like a monster arriving late.
Eight men stood along that straight line, each with an identical, bowl-sized hole in his body. Their expressions froze on their faces. They had yet to understand what had happened.
Pff! Pff! Pff!
Pff! Pff! Pff!
In less than a tenth of a second, Chen Mu threw every White Midge Bone Spike he had!
The sounds came so close together that they seemed like a single "pff," and five straight rows of bloody blossoms erupted simultaneously among the bandits.
The White Midge Bone