His head was thrown out, smashing into smithereens as it collided into the next head.
The dominos of death.
The sound of the crashing skulls reverberated in the pouring rain, like a ferocious beast bellowing in rage. Completely drenched, Meng Fuyao's black silhouette blurred with the background and only gusts of wind and blobs of shadow could be seen threading through the group of people. The wind was dyed in colors of red, white and various colors as amputated limbs and pieces of meat scattered in the wind. It was accompanied by miserable shrieks, filling the air as crimson blood flowed and became one with the heavy rain.
In that instant, nine people were killed!
