Seeing so many monsters ahead, Old Zhen threw caution to the wind, turned, and ran like hell.
He had never imagined the corridor could be this long!
The demons behind him drew closer and closer, their howls ringing in his ears. Domi was less than two meters away-he could even feel the creature's foul breath on the back of his neck!
Almost instinctively, he drew on years of parkour experience, kicked off the wall, and backflipped, narrowly avoiding its claws.
Old Zhen darted sideways and planted himself firmly in a safe spot along the wall. He thrust a foot forward to hold Domi back and whispered, "Sorry."
He raised his gun, aimed at Domi's head, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! He fired several shots in succession, punching through Domi's head. The powerful struggles instantly slackened, and Domi collapsed heavily to the floor, slowly beginning to turn to dust.
He remembered now. Earlier, the landlord had ordered the cultists to smash the monsters' heads, and they had died for good! In other words, their heads were their weak point!
Then he walked over to Willy and blew his head apart as well.
Rat-a-tat!
Willy the butler's body stopped regenerating and lay still.
Just then, more than a dozen monsters burst out from the depths of the corridor ahead. Every one was someone he knew!
Old Zhen hurriedly opened fire...
"This won't work. I don't have nearly enough ammo!"
He emptied a magazine, but two were still left. Old Zhen reloaded as he ran.
"These monsters seem easy enough to deal with, but that boy is still in the basement. The bishop might not hold out much longer. I can't waste what he's done for me."
With that thought, he stopped tangling with the monsters and settled on a plan. He