"Come on, come on! Scream! Cheer! Feel the pain with me and then be my friend!"
"Thud-thud-thud — Thud-thud-thud —"
The Doomsday Messenger gripped his cane, pounding it hard against the ground.
It was like a recently deceased Corpse Race member that had unexpectedly reincarnated, blood-soaked bandages endlessly oozing from within, almost carpeting the sky, shrouding Huazhu.
Huazhu turned slightly pale.
The Doomsday Messenger on facing the Little Flame Demon, did display an overpowering posture.
But it possessed a natural rank advantage, which seemed reasonable.
However, at this moment, the Doomsday Messenger unveiled a battle prowess that transcended ranks!
It appeared to enter some berserk mode; the flying bandages were fast and powerful, while the Rainbow Light Virtual Intro with its flexibility deficiencies could not dodge effectively.
"Snap Snap –"
A swing of the Hurricane Scissors ripped a large hole in the storm of bandages.
