"You won't die a good death." The man's face was contorted with hate, wishing he could tear Tang Zheng to pieces.
This pervert was truly scared. The manner of his death was too humiliating; even if he were resurrected, it would be a lifelong disgrace. But Tang Zheng no longer had the patience to listen to his shrieks.
Under the dual suppression of the Gravity Abyss and counterflow, the man didn't even make a ripple before he was impaled from behind by the warrior's halberd, which pierced through his chest and protruded from his mouth.
Tang Zheng crushed the bastard's limbs and spine with Gravity Bombs, ensuring that before he drew his last breath, he wouldn't have the strength to counterattack, even against ordinary people.
Su Huixin and Wang Liying hid in the stairwell, peeking out to observe. Seeing the man twitching on the halberd like skewered mutton with blood pooling on the floor, they hurriedly averted their gaze.
