The claws tore through Franklin's abdomen, but what they exposed was not normal flesh and blood. It was a metal structure!
A piercing screech rang out as the claws struck metal, followed by an even more horrifying sight: Franklin's head abruptly detached, just like his finger joints.
But his head did not fall all the way to the ground. A strap kept it attached in front of his chest.
The head hanging eerily against his chest wore a chilling smile, but that was not what concerned Qiao Lun. What truly concerned him was the abyss-black cross section of the neck exposed when the head dropped.
He knew all too well what that meant!
Every way Franklin fired Nen Bullets relied on these eerie black holes exposed when parts of his body split open.
An enormous amount of Nen began gathering above Franklin's neck.
But his fallen head had also entered Qiao Lun's attack range, leaving Qiao Lun somewhat baffled by Franklin's move.
Even if Franklin successfully formed a Nen Bullet at his neck, that brief interval would be enough for Qiao Lun to kill him several times over!
The claws stopped lingering at Franklin's abdomen and swept upward to tear into his head.
But at that very instant, a slender sword abruptly appeared beside Qiao Lun and thrust straight at his head.
This strike was not aimed at saving Franklin. It was aimed at killing him!
Qiao Lun reached that judgment in an instant.
And as he saw the slender sword, his gaze shifted downward, catching sight of a short figure who had not appeared for quite some time.
It was Feitan, his mouth completely hidden in his high collar, leaving only a pair of inverted crescent eyes exposed.
Those narrowed eyes were filled with malice as they looked at