"Clang clang clang clang clang clang!"
Metal clashed continuously like an impromptu percussion piece.
Liu Zheng's tentacles trembled nonstop, and though the sound of his cartilage splitting was masked by the clashing, the sensation of pain transmitted clearly into his brain.
If it weren't for "Blood and Flesh Rebirth's" rapid recovery, his four tentacles would have been useless long ago.
Yet, under such rapid strikes, even "Blood and Flesh Rebirth" was struggling to keep up with the accumulating damage.
The old man in front of him was accelerating, showing no signs of fatigue, more vigorous than Liu Zheng who had saved countless amounts of strength.
"Damn it, does this old geezer drink 'Blood Collection Bottles' as his daily beverage?"
Liu Zheng muttered speechlessly.
It seemed he had underestimated the difficulty of this instance; the Beasts wandering the streets were indeed just fodder, but the elite forces still had some tricks up their sleeve.
