The slithering, slender tongue stretched out like a venomous snake, eerily extending as its wet surface slid across the window glass, leaving behind a sticky trail.
The phosphorescent patterns on the tongue glowed intermittently, resembling the breathing rhythm of some unknown creature.
The tongue traced along the aluminum window frame, making the metal surface tremble slightly with a soft "buzzing" sound.
The handle inside the window seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, silently turning half an arc.
Click—
"Not like? Not like what?"
Zhao Xing's pupils contracted sharply to the size of pinpoints, instinctively stepping back half a step, as if his blood was boiling, roaring through his veins.
The muscles in his right arm bulged, veins popping, swinging round like a hammer, aiming at the bald face with black teeth in front of him.
Cloak Hammer Ape Strength•Shocking!
