The black tattoo, creeping along 'Bloody Hand's body, clung to the bones.
The bones rattled, and movements began to stiffen, each step taken as jerky as a marionette's.
Meanwhile, the remaining Insect Rat Ghost Faces bypassed Bloody Hand and charged straight in Wu Heng's direction.
Seeing this, Wu Heng inwardly cursed.
He had thought they were tattoo enthusiasts.
He hadn't expected that their whole bodies were fake.
As various things charged at him, Wu Heng continued to back away while firing his submachine gun at the ground.
Bullets 'pitter-pattered' on the ground, sparks flying everywhere.
But they had no effect on the Insect Rat Ghost Faces formed from the tattoos.
Bullets are useless?
Wu Heng narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to condense another spell.
Whooosh~!
The sound of flames burning rose.
[Fireball Spell] was hurled instantly, exploding on the ground with a bang, causing the tattoo to shatter and the spreading flames to form a sea of fire.
