Flesh, skin, and bones all became embedded in someone else's skull, and up to the wrist disappeared.
"Hiss... tsk tsk... that move really ruins the hand,"
Luo Yan bared his teeth and grimaced, this final move which he learned from Rousi, directly allowed him to skip a level and kill True Tiger.
"Ah! Croc Bro!"
The other Black Hands were shocked; they didn't expect their lead big brother to be killed off just like that.
Taking advantage of the situation, Luo Yan roared, "Who else wants some?"
He exuded an air of dominance, holding True Tiger's corpse, intending to intimidate.
However, these Black Hands were well trained and did not show any significant drop in morale or signs of panic and fear.
On the contrary, a surge of bloodlust roared through them, and they became frenzied.
"I'm still here!"
"Me! It's my turn!"
"Fuck, you killed my big brother, take him down!"
A group of Black Hands suddenly fought desperately, ferocious and bloodthirsty.
