"Little Grape, you take the left, I'll take the right!"
Diversify the field of vision, swiftly scanning for the Pathogen Core within the dog's body.
Just when conducting the visual search,
from the jaggedly sawed and torn wounds of the dog's body, outstretched a pale human arm, followed by a young boy in agonizing pain, with sparse hair and his body coated in slime.
"Brother! It hurts so much~ I feel awful! I want to get out, I want to leave this place."
Similarly, another emaciated arm crept out from the other half of the dog's body, squeezing an old man's weathered face among the organs.
"Young man… please kill me quickly, I beg you."
However,
this scene didn't affect Yi Chen in the slightest; in his past life, he had witnessed countless such situations, under the mask of hypocrisy, they were all gaping maws eager to devour you.
Swinging the Hand Axe,
