'Wang Tianhu and his men... they're seriously injured?'
The thought had barely crossed the minds of Zou Feng and the others when several of Wang Tianhu's subordinates suddenly let out a series of miserable screams.
It was as if a swarm of insects was crawling beneath their skin, causing their bodies to bulge grotesquely and continuously. The men were in agony.
The screams didn't last long. A moment later, with a loud POP, their bodies exploded, turning into a mist of blood that filled the air.
Seeing this, Wang Tianhu didn't stop in his tracks despite the deaths of his subordinates.
He didn't even pause for a moment of mourning, instead continuing to race toward the Flying Celestial Ship, the panic on his face only intensifying.
Since Ye Chenhua was relatively familiar with Wang Tianhu, he was the first to go out and meet him.
"Brother Wang, what happened to you...?"
