Li Feng looked at the "resurrected" security guard in front of him and secretly took a deep breath. This technique was quite terrifying.
Whoosh.
A streak of cold light suddenly shot through the air.
The flying sword instantly sliced across the necks of those security guards who had just risen again, causing seven or eight heads to fall.
Poof, poof.
But as the heads fell, a large mist of blood gushed from the wounds, instantly covering the entrance.
"Be careful, this blood mist is poisonous."
"Mengmeng."
Li Nianqing called out to Jiang Mengmeng.
"Got it."
Jiang Mengmeng activated her superpower, instantly gathering the scattered blood mist into a blood ball the size of a soccer ball, hovering in the air.
"Damn."
Despite Jiang Mengmeng's timely action, Li Feng was still affected by the blood mist as it exploded.
This blood mist was clearly abnormal; Li Feng felt his entire bloodstream boiling and his heart pounding with a bloodthirsty desire.
