Just in that fleeting instant of life and death, Miyamon Kai brandished his sword and rushed forward, blocking Wang Hao's path.
Miyamon Kai's face was overcast as he glanced sideways and commanded several clad-in-black God of Death soldiers.
"You take Lord Nishio out of here first!"
The God of Death soldiers respectfully responded and, carrying Nishio Kumano, they ran desperately forward as if their lives depended on it.
Seeing Nishio Kumano attempting to escape, Guo Zixiang casually grabbed a submachine gun and unleashed a wild barrage of gunfire.
"Pchew, pchew, pchew!"
Within moments, the group of black-clothed God of Death soldiers was riddled with bullets, turning them into a bloodied, shocking mess.
Without the protection of the God of Death soldiers, Nishio Kumano was thrown straight into the sand.
As sand dug into his wounds, the pain made him howl desperately.
Guo Zixiang, gun bayonet in hand, walked over like the God of Death, his stride confident and forceful.
