The muscles on the skinny and withered arms were taut, and the blue veins were clearly protruding, like vines entwined on the old tree trunk.
Zuo Zhen held the folding knife, which was stained with forbidden blood. Even if it was separated from the body, it was still extremely active, just like a strong acid, corroding the material it came into contact with and vibrating the knife to remove the blood stains.
"What kind of monster have you become, Roger Cruz?"
Zuo Zhen whispered that Roger's weirdness was far beyond their imagination, but it was also true that during this long period of time, blood had been refined in his body, constantly purified until it reached the end of sublimation.
There are often such stories in Jiuxia. Some guys will become monsters if they live too long.
After all, all humans are mortal, only monsters are not.
He retreated suddenly, and some holes appeared on his clothes caused by blood. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger after he was out of range.
The angry bullet fired at a short distance, and as expected, it hit Roger's body, but failed to penetrate. The cold iron stayed in his body, as if it was caught by flesh and blood, but the next moment dozens of kilograms of ammunition poured towards him.
Like a blooming flower, it blossoms with brilliant colors deep in the darkness underground.
As Zuo Zhen withdrew from the attack range, the hidden Cai Gongs emerged from the shadows and opened fire at Roger. Countless flames shone and burst, and heavy projectiles collided repeatedly, bouncing back and forth in this enclosed space.
Zuo Zhen stared ahead coldly. The dense gunfire made his eardrums sting a little, and the constantly splashing flames illuminated his pupils.
He did not move, nor did he look away, but just stared at Roger in front of him who was surrounded by fire.
The splashing smoke and flames made it difficult for Zuo Zhen to observe Roger clearly, but he could still see Roger's distorted posture from the shining silhouette.
Zuo Zhen did it. Under the influence of the [Forgetful River], he crushed Roger's heart with one blow and cut off his head with one knife. In theory, this should be enough to kill him, no matter whether he was a demon or a demon hunter.
Unless... Unless before that, he took advantage of the [gap] to invade and escape.
But it doesn’t matter. At least Zuo Zhen can kill Roger’s real body here.
Taking a deep breath, taking the turbid air into his mouth and supporting his heart and lungs, Zuo Zhen shouted loudly.
"Don't run away! Roger Cruz."
Zuo Zhen's expression was furious, his signature smile was gone, his old skin was piled up together, and his eyes were filled with anger. It seemed that at some point in time, he had turned into a monster similar to Roger.
"I have come all the way here, please don't let me down!"
Zuo Zhen injected a large amount of Frodren medicine into his body and threw the empty needle away.
His neck was scarlet, and beneath the blood, an overdose of drugs was coursing through his veins. His consciousness began to be constantly strengthened and awakened.
It has been a long time since Zuo Zhen saw the world in front of him so clearly. Everything has become extremely real, and the interference of erosion is also weakening. Combined with the protection of the anti-meme, he even feels that he will not be harmed by erosion.