"Who are the ants?" Tang Zheng roared angrily, spinning around, his leg whipping out with a blur, striking the Dean's mouth, shattering his entire lower jaw, ripping the flesh, detaching it.
"You deserve to die." The Dean was enraged, beginning to transform, his body swelling.
"The one who deserves to die is you." Tang Zheng thrust his fingers together like a knife and jabbed them into the Dean's eye socket, brutally gouging out his eyeball. Squeezing it until it burst, his left hand then chopped down on the demon's throat bone, shattering it. Unfortunately, the demon wasn't vulnerable there, but Tang Zheng didn't care. His right hand turned into a claw, digging into its throat and pulling out a piece of the trachea.
The Dean's right arm suddenly exploded, releasing a cloud of black mist, taking the opportunity to break free and reappear about ten meters away. Unable to speak, it glared at Tang Zheng with eyes full of hatred.
