Sen Dizang's body fell back limply, crashing hard onto the ground.
A Divine Ninja of his generation had fallen.
"Take care of his body."
Yi Beidou glanced at the nearby soldier commanders, their bodies trembling like leaves under the heat of the Demon Flame, and said calmly.
He then strode past them and walked toward the plaza.
Though these men had managed to wound him with their guns, he had no intention of retaliating.
They were just ordinary men, and their courage had already been shattered by terror. They weren't worthy of him making a move.
The tall commander, now drenched in sweat, watched Yi Beidou's retreating back. He suddenly grit his teeth, raised his gun, and aimed.
But his finger on the trigger seemed to have a mind of its own. It fiercely resisted his command, frozen in place, utterly unable to pull.
Fear, like a venomous snake, had coiled around his body and seized control of his will.
CLATTER!!
