"Are you okay?" Pang Meiqin was very worried, and though Li Xinlan didn't speak, her concerned expression said it all.
"An ordinary person would probably break four or five ribs from a blow like that," Tang Zheng pointed at his heart, "That might be its weak spot."
This low-level demon was not very intelligent and did not know how to locate by sound, blindly raging instead. It let out a sound wave that pierced through the wall.
The Japanese also hurried over, and upon seeing the demon, their faces turned ugly.
"Kill it, it's useless," Dantai looked at it a few times then lost interest, launched a mental impact, and the demon howled miserably as it knelt down.
Tang Zheng lifted the muzzle of his gun and shot all the remaining bullets into its brain, blasting it into the shape of a rotten watermelon. After it died completely, its corpse burned up, turning to ash in three seconds, leaving nothing behind.
