The boxing wind whistles, thunder explodes.
The figure darting out is like lightning cutting through the darkness interwoven with gunfire in the corridor.
Along the way, it knocks countless hideous evil spirits flying, until it powerfully hits its target.
Professor Zheng's forehead bursts open with a splatter of blood, his eyes wide with shock frozen in the moment.
His body, as if support has been withdrawn, falls straight back like a puppet with its strings cut.
Motionless afterwards, the spreading pool of blood slowly seeps across the floor.
Believing in his Undying Body, just imagining how to establish himself with this power.
Till death, he never anticipated his head would be blown apart by a suddenly appearing fist.
Without Professor Zheng's spiritual power to command them, the surrounding lower-class ghouls freeze in place, halting their assault.
