Meng Feifei looked away from the sniper scope and jumped down from the tree.
Everyone stared nervously at the intense burst of light from the explosion.
"Did you just hit him?"
Yu Yuanyuan asked tentatively.
“Yes, it hit.” Truman nodded. “I saw it very clearly.”
The monkey asked, "Meng Feifei, was that explosive armor-piercing bullet you just used the highest-level superhuman sniper bullet that our Yan Kingdom developed three years ago before the arrival of the demonic tide?"
Meng Feifei said, "Yes, a single bullet costs over two million. I've heard that even a Lord-level demon would be severely injured if shot head-on. There aren't many people in the entire country who can control these bullets..."
"So we succeeded?" Tong Yi's eyes lit up.
Truman's expression was serious, his eyes behind his reflective glasses revealing deep worry, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
Although the reason Meng Feifei and Fang Wu's attacks were able to hit the fake god was because he had precisely calculated and blocked all of the opponent's angles, the hits were within his expectations...
However... the other party is ultimately a god-like being...
All those attacks hit their targets, and the calculations were flawless... Wasn't that a bit too easy?
It was as if that old god-like man hadn't put up any resistance at all!
At this moment, the thick smoke of gunpowder finally began to dissipate.
The immortal old man's figure finally reappeared in everyone's sight.
A huge hole was punched through his chest, and the flesh and blood around the Immortal Old Man's heart had completely disappeared. It was obviously the result of Meng Feifei's last armor-piercing explosive round!
Everyone's eyes lit up.
It actually succeeded?
However......
Truman's expression quickly changed.
The wound on the immortal old man's chest was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Soon, the bowl-sized, penetrating wound healed completely, along with all the other burns, bruises from the battle, and knife wounds on his body, all disappearing without a trace, leaving no visible scars...
If Truman and his friends had a system like Linnaeus's, they would see that the immortal old man in front of them had not only recovered from his external injuries, but his status panel, health points, and divine power points had also been restored to full in an instant!
Everyone was astonished.
However, it's not just that the centenarian has recovered.
The fat, undead warrior, who had just been cut in two by Mu Xun's Thunder Shadow Sky Rift Stream, has now miraculously reassembled himself and revived!
"Roar!"
The fat, undead warrior pounded his chest with both fists and roared angrily at Mu Xun and the others.
"How could such a thing happen?" Hua Yingwen's face turned pale.
Mu Xun slowly said, "This old man possesses the divine power of an immortal god. It seems his ability is just like his name—he's completely immortal. No matter how badly we injure him, he can immediately regenerate his cells and continuously revive..."
"Then he's invincible?" Shirley gasped.
"It's one thing that this guy can resurrect himself!" Fang Wu gritted his teeth, "But why can even the fat guy he summons resurrect himself?!"
Mu Xun did not respond.
Ming Tian curled his lip: "I knew this would happen."
Although it is a man-made god.
However, compared to human superhumans, the level is still far too different.
Meng Feifei and Hua Yingwen both glared at him, but they didn't have time to criticize him at this moment.
Truman paused for a moment, then stepped back to Shirley's side and whispered to her, "Shirley, if you see we can't hold them off, run away as soon as possible."
Shirley was taken aback: "Huh? Me?"
"Click!"
"Click!"
At this moment, the dwarf and skinny undead warriors, who had just been controlled by the Heavenly Prison Demon-Sealing Formation, had also broken free from the golden chains.
The immortal old man said calmly, "I have no interest in playing with you little ants any longer."
"Go! Just kill them all."
He raised the skull staff in his hand, and a wisp of eerie green light flowed into the fat undead warrior's body.
Upon receiving the order, the fat immortal warrior roared and charged towards Mu Xun and the others like a tank!
The white beast in its ferocious form immediately charged forward, unleashing its "Ice-Breaking Thunderstorm Fist" with both hands simultaneously to fight the fat man.
However, this time, the fat man easily caught the astonishing thunder fist with his hands and instantly crushed the white beast's lightning power.
The fat man grabbed the white beast by the neck with one hand, while simultaneously punching it hard in the chest with the other.
"Bang--!"
One punch pierced straight through the strong and massive body of the ferocious white beast!
"!!!" Everyone else's eyes widened.
The white beast seemed surprised as its pupils suddenly dilated.
After punching the white beast through his body, the fat man didn't stop. He grabbed the white beast's left arm and his right leg, lifted him up high above his head, and then slammed him hard into his own knee.
"Thump!"
This blow was even heavier; just by listening to the sound, you could tell how painful it was. You could see with the naked eye that the white beast's body bent into an unbelievable shape the moment it was struck.
The white beast was instantly forced back into human form, its body deformed. The fat man casually tossed it aside; the white beast lay motionless on the ground, its fate unknown.
"White beast!"
Truman frowned.
This fat guy's fighting power is even stronger than before!
And it's not just one level better!
Mu Xun: "Watch out!"
Truman then suddenly came to his senses.
It turned out that the short, undead warrior had already charged right in front of him!
Hehehe...
The dwarf undead warrior let out a strange, shrill laugh, his expression equally chilling. He moved with far greater agility than the fat man, his short hands flashing towards Truman's chest.
Truman immediately drew his one-handed sword.
In a flash of light and shadow, the two figures instantly switched places!
"Pfft—!"
"Click..."
In a single exchange of blows, a pair of glasses fell to the ground, the lenses shattering.
Truman's sword fell to the ground, and blood flowed endlessly from the corner of his mouth.
He looked down, his face pale, and saw a bloody hole in his chest.
The dwarf undead warrior stood behind him, a sinister smile on his face, a bouncing ball of flesh clutched in his palm.
It's Truman's heart!
Everyone: "!!!"
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