Lin Jingchen tossed Master Feng aside like trash and walked heavily towards Du Feng, step by step.
Du Feng was so terrified by those vertical pupils staring at him that he almost lost his soul. He hurriedly shouted to the men in black beside him, "Open... open fire! Quick, kill him, or we'll all die!"
Dozens of shotguns fired simultaneously, and the pellets flew like a barrage covering the screen, instantly occupying all space, densely packed, leaving no room to dodge.
With a swoosh, hundreds of pellets shot into Lin Jingchen's rapidly expanding figure, forming dense bullet holes.
Zhang Hao shouted, "Jingchen..."
Yun Qi's hand, drawing a golden talisman, trembled uncontrollably, her large black-and-white eyes looking at Lin Jingchen sorrowfully.
The gentle and kind big brother from before had turned into this monstrous form.
Lin Jingchen's body paused, his knees hit by bullets, and he instantly knelt, his head hanging heavily.
