The massive bed made of human heads explosively dispersed.
Amidst the flying heads, Siang had already transformed into a streak of light, charging straight at Wu Xiaode.
"Die! Die for me!"
His face was contorted, with blood-red light radiating from his hands.
However, Wu Xiaode stumbled a few steps as if he had lost control of his body.
Close now!
Siang swung a sharp Blood Shadow, slashing at Wu Xiaode's waist.
Wu Xiaode suddenly raised his head, twisted his neck, and it crackled.
"You're full of openings."
He spoke, then suddenly leaped up, dodging the Blood Shadow, and kicked Siang in the neck.
Crack.
The sound of a broken neck echoed.
A streak of blood dissipated from Siang's body.
"That's it?"
Siang sneered, his body spun around to dissipate the force of the kick, his hands turned into blood claws and reached for Wu Xiaode's chest.
