The gunsmoke hadn't yet cleared.
A nauseating, scorched smell permeated the air.
It was the unique stench of flesh ground down and carbonized by the intense friction of high-speed Qi Blood Power.
Wang Defa's strike had landed true.
The cultist's head tumbled two meters away, his dust-covered face frozen in the terror of his final moment.
"It's over just like that?"
Gu Yun's palms were slick with sweat as he clutched his gun; he hadn't even had time to pull the trigger.
From the cultist suddenly lashing out to Han Feng blasting him off the wall with a single shot, and then to Wang Defa delivering the finishing blow, the entire sequence happened so fast it was as if someone had hit fast-forward.
"What, you wanted to invite him for a midnight snack?"
Wang Meng put away his tactical dagger and walked over, muttering curses as he gave the headless corpse two vicious kicks.
"Damn it, that scared the shit out of me. The bastard's Shield could even stop an Armor-Piercing Bullet."
