An hour and a half later, in the Core Area of Raccoon City, it was still that six-story building, but what was different was that the ground near the building was now piled with the corpses of Prototype Tyrants, and it was no longer silent.
The dull sound of flesh colliding continued to echo around. Zhang Yanhang gripped forcefully with his fingers, ripping out the considerably damaged heart of a Prototype Tyrant and tossing it aside.
After losing its heart, massive gushes of red blood surged from the chest of the Prototype Tyrant. Its attacks not only slowed but also became weak and feeble. Still, it stubbornly executed the Death Claw Skill.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yanhang grabbed the massive claw of the Prototype Tyrant's right arm and, with an overhead throw, slammed the creature hard onto the ground. Then with a twist and a yank of his hands, a sound of splintering bones resounded as he tore the Tyrant's right arm off directly.
