Liu Zhongyi and Wang Xinhua were stunned, before they had a chance to react, a dark shadow flashed before their eyes, and they passed out.
The shadow stood still on the spot, under the hazy moonlight, Chen Yang's figure gradually came into view.
Chen Yang silently moved to the side of the body and looked down. The victim's skull was shattered by a special bullet, its neck and all the parts below it completely fragmented.
Bending down, his right hand transformed into dozens of tentacles, forcefully plunging into the wound on the neck. In a moment, a dark, viscous fluid shot out from the exploded abdomen, attempting to escape, but it was instantly caught and swallowed by the prepared right hand.
Chen Yang trembled all over, his head throbbing in pain. Images flooded his memory like a flickering film reel, but they were too fast and blurry for him to make sense of.
The pain came and went swiftly. Before Chen Yang could let out a groan, the agony receded like a wave.
