She was like a phoenix, charging relentlessly into the Forgery, engulfed in blinding flames. Her left arm, due to the severe pain, first clenched tightly, then swiftly unfolded like a pair of wings, igniting the floor and the ceiling. Bathed in flames, she threw herself at them.
The Pseudo-Humans scattered in panic, avoiding the all-encompassing storm of destruction. Four or five who were too slow to escape scrambled from their seats, their exposed skin merely touched by the sparks before their entire torsos began melting like butter, rapidly contracting and dissolving. In an instant, their muscles were charred, they collapsed to the ground, struggling briefly before burning to death in excruciating pain.
Luo Zhi, unhurried, fixed a bayonet onto his rifle, grasped it with both hands, and thrust it forward at the oncoming Qiu Ran. Her body, ablaze, was instantly pierced in the abdomen, coming to an abrupt halt.
