"Don't kill me!"
Mohawk shouted as he fell to the ground. At the same time, he pressed his hand on his abdomen to prevent his organs from falling out.
The attack of the bone erosion had hit the target. It had even broken one of Mohawk's intestines. The skin and meat were cut into strips and hung on his stomach. It seemed that they would be stripped off his body at any time.
Mohawk's face was filled with fear and panic. He kept dodging to the back of the crowd.
The Mohawk could still move and Dodge even after suffering such an injury. It was clear that he had some ability.
However, if one were to carefully observe the Mohawk's wound, one would discover that his flesh was squirming like a worm, and at the same time, his muscles were constantly contracting inward.
As it wriggled and contracted, its intestines were also held up to prevent them from falling out.
