The moment Red fired his shot, Heine had already taken out the bottle.
But the anger inside wasn't activated.
No, it should be said that it was activated, but then it got scared back.
Yes, scared back.
If the anger in the bottle was a lion.
Then his own anger was a Tyrannosaurus rex.
The king of beasts was nothing in front of it.
The retreated anger didn't dissipate but circled back into the bottle.
Therefore, the already scant "Barry's Anger" was directly overshadowed, trembling in a corner like being squeezed by a burly man, and the original complexity was almost imperceptible.
Heine's spirit was somewhat weary, but better than the first time he used it.
Moreover, he could feel that the stuff in the bottle was indeed very pure.
He let out a sigh of relief and stepped forward to check Red's body.
Sure enough, he was still alive.
But his soul was dead.
He had given the Yuanling a command to "strangle" in extreme anger.
