"Ugh... cough, cough..."
His ruined body hit the ground. The old monster still breathed, but his rejuvenated face was aging rapidly. His white hair lost its luster in the blink of an eye, and his straightened body seemed to turn into rotten timber and dry kindling in an instant. Even his sealed pores opened wide, seeping a layer of foul blood, blackish red as thick ink. The sight was utterly horrifying.
Watching that figure cling to life, Lian Youming's eyes flickered, his expression complicated.
They seemed to have won this battle, but its twists and turns had been fraught with peril.
"Urgh!"
He tried to gather his breath, only to aggravate his injuries. His legs gave way, nearly sending him sprawling. He hurriedly braced his hands on his legs and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood.
"You..."
Bang!
The old man's lone eye widened, veins bulging at his temples as he glared at Lian Youming. He struggled to raise his upper body, then turned toward the others present, seemingly still wanting to speak, but a bullet struck him between the brows. His already dim eye went out like a guttering candle, and he collapsed again.
His breathing ceased. Blood surged from all seven orifices as his vital essence leaked away, leaving a corpse too gruesome to behold.
Seeing this formidable enemy fall, Xue Hen gave Lian Youming a long look, then suddenly let out a piercing cry. He shot out of the pit like an arrow loosed from a bow and plunged into the rain. The White Lotus Sect Master's eyes shifted. She first nodded to Boss Chen, then looked toward Lian Youming. Her expression changed like melting winter snow. She blinked and smiled, but said nothing, turning and drifting away.
Lian Youming tilted his head back and exhaled