The terrifying destructive power of the psychic bombs caused them to spill black blood in mid-air on the spot, mixed with their shattered limbs, and they fell to the ground in a state of disgrace.

Normally, once they disperse, they still have a chance to pose a threat to Mark.

Mini took action.

The horizontal and vertical spiritual threads have already woven a death net in the middle of the side hall.

The large bats either crashed into the spiritual silk net and were cut into dirty pieces of flesh, or they stayed in place in horror, waiting for Mark's second round of revolvers.

There was another round of roar, and this time, the side hall was completely quiet. Only some of the missing limbs were still twitching strangely on the ground because the nerves were not completely dead.

"Walk!"

Every minute and every second spent to lure away the [Death Knight] is precious.

Mark didn't know why the dice of fate guided him in this way. He only knew that putting Conrad and the others under excessive pressure would likely lead to unnecessary attrition.

With only this few people in his team, the losses would be huge.

I'm going to worship my ancestors tomorrow morning, so I'll probably have a whole day's work, so I'll just update 2 today. Sorry.
Chapter completed!