"Pretending to be a ghost! Ugh...go to hell!!" Huang Honghui looked completely ferocious and furious. He shouldered the submachine gun, and aimed the hot and smoking gun barrel at Chen Zongheng, and fired fiercely at Chen Zongheng again!

"Da da da da da...!!" The violent sound of bullets penetrating the barrel of the gun exploded and trembled in the air!

The sky was full of bullets and fire, intertwining into an endless murderous intent, heading towards Chen Zong in an overwhelming and killing manner!

Below, Chen Zongheng's figure still stood calmly, the corners of his mouth... raised a slight arc.

‘Zheng.’ In his right hand, the silver dagger whirled lightly in an instant.

Ghosts cry, come out.

Devil May Cry passed by quickly and turned into a silver afterimage. It was so fast that the air was torn apart as it passed by!

In front of him, the trajectories of countless flaming bullets seemed to have been caught by him in advance. "Clang, clang, clang!" Devil May Cry waved rapidly, like a lonely killer dancer.

Countless bullets in front of him were all chopped to the ground.

In the smoke-filled dust, his figure stood majestic.

Like a statue, the murderous messenger from hell.

He lifted up his leather shoes and stepped lightly.

Whoosh! Chen Zongheng's figure soared into the sky like lightning, passing a faint shadow in mid-air.
Chapter completed!