Mo Hua stood motionless.
"This brat, did he get scared stupid?" A bandit sneered, then said, "The first kill is mine, don't you bastards try to steal it from me…"
"Bullshit!"
"I haven't had meat in a long time…"
Three or four bandits raised their axes, fighting to hack down at Mo Hua's head.
But in the next instant, almost in the blink of an eye, a deep red firelight flared.
Those three or four bandits, clothes, skin and flesh, bones, their entire bodies, were melted away without a trace.
The remaining bandits still had mocking smiles on their faces, which in an instant were all replaced by sheer, incredulous terror.
"Fuck!"
"What the hell is that!"
The burly man in yellow at their head broke out in a cold sweat all over, his face turning paper white, not a hint of blood left.
He made a snap decision, abandoning his companions without a second thought, spinning around and bolting madly, screaming in his heart:
