Crack.
Under Zhan Qi's horrified gaze, Su Quanchuan suddenly clenched his mouth shut, and the sound of shattering teeth echoed.
Su Quanchuan actually shattered all his teeth and quickly opened his mouth to spit out the fragments.
Whoosh!
Countless tooth shards, like bullets, propelled by a violent airflow, shot directly toward Zhan Qi's face.
Zhan Qi reacted immediately, instinctively raising his hands to cover his face.
Bang, bang, bang!
The sound of objects burying into flesh echoed as Zhan Qi's body was struck heavily, slamming him into the solid iron door.
"Ah!"
"My hands, my eyes!"
Zhan Qi fell to the ground, wailing, with hands now in a pitiful state, blood incessantly flowing out.
In no time, the ground was already covered in a pool of blood.
Zhan Qi, enduring the excruciating pain, raised his hands to see them covered in dense wounds, with numerous teeth still embedded.
A small hole had been punched through the palm of his left hand.
