Chapter 916 - 737: Great Protection, Undying

Chapter 916: Chapter 737: Great Protection, Undying

But the expected scene of a head exploding, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere, did not occur.

Where the bullet hit, what sprayed out was not red and white matter, but countless metallic liquid substances resembling mercury erupting outside.

However, these splattering liquid substances were seemingly drawn by some invisible force field, suspended eerily in midair instead of dissipating.

The horrifying gaping wound in the head, large as a bowl, showed a bizarre mercurial texture, devoid of bone and brain tissue, only a continuously writhing, stretching, silver fluid attempting to reconnect.

Soon visibly contracting, healing!

In the span of a breath, the ghastly wound enough to instantaneously kill any carbon-based life form disappeared, the right eye restored entirely, leaving only a faint flicker of silver light on the face, as if calming the energy fluctuations.

Chen Ya and others’ pupils shrank dramatically, displaying shock!

White Mask’s head abruptly healed, blue light surged in his eyes, murderous intent raging.

"Looking for death!"

His body no longer maintained a fixed human form, but flowed and transformed forward like liquid metal, unexpectedly lunging at Gong Court at a speed surpassing before.

In the process of lunging, his arms instantly melted and reassembled, transforming into two spiral silver spears rather than human limbs.

The spear shafts rotated swiftly, tearing the air, emitting a chilling "buzz" as they pierced toward Gong Court’s chest.

Gong Court, though startled, wasn’t panicked. He activated the iron block to the extreme, instantly hardening his chest like forged steel.

But—

"Thud! Thud!"

The sound of an object piercing thick steel plates rang out almost simultaneously.

The two spiral silver spears, carrying an incredibly terrifying penetration force, fiercely pierced through Gong Court’s chest, turned into an iron block.

Carrying a burst of hot, crimson blood, it pierced out through his back.

The spear tips trembled slightly behind him, emitting a low, bloodthirsty humming.

"Ugh..."

Gong Court’s body shook violently, causing a painful grunt.

The double spiral silver spears not only penetrated through the iron block defense, but also carried a shock force, wreaking havoc inside him, as if to tear his entrails into shreds.

His eyes bulged from sudden protrusion, blood threads instantly covering the whites.

In the ghostly blue pupils of White Mask, a glimmer of cruel pleasure flashed.

He relished the feeling of destroying powerful enemies, enjoying the desperate struggle of foes at death’s door.

His arms swung violently, effortlessly flinging Gong Court away like discarding a battered sack.

"Boom!"

Gong Court slammed hard more than ten meters away, the massive impact slightly denting the ground.

He lay there, with two horrifying blood holes in his chest gurgling warm blood like springs, swiftly dyeing the ground beneath red, his breath weakening instantly, seemingly beyond hope.

White Mask retrieved the spears, reverting to human arm shape, but still had a mercury-like sheen flowing on their surface.

Leisurely standing in place, he scanned over Chen Ya, Dong Xu, Zhao Zhibao, and Liu Yi on the distant rooftop.

He was waiting, waiting for the inevitable breakdown, screams, cries of rage from these humans witnessing a companion’s tragic death... a "pleasure" belonging to carbon-based fragile lifeforms he was familiar with.

Yet!!

Chen Ya, Dong Xu, Zhao Zhibao, and even Liu Yi maintaining sniper posture on the distant rooftop, faced with the instantaneous "killing" of Gong Court, were all exceptionally calm, even could be said to be... eerily silent.

The white mask covered all expressions, but the gaze remained icy calm, like polished cold steel, without the slightest ripple.

They simultaneously raised a hand—Chen Ya with the right hand, Dong Xu with the left hand, Zhao Zhibao with the right hand, and Liu Yi in the distance also with the right hand.

Their five fingers flew rapidly, like a butterfly amongst flowers, or like the interconnected parts of a precise device, seemingly practiced countless times, forming intricate, ancient hand signs exuding an inexplicable sinister aura in absolute synchrony.

In less than a second, a series of complex, ancient, with an indescribably sinister aura hand signs coalesced between the fours’ fingers in synchrony.

"Buzz——!"

An intangible yet palpable energy fluctuation instantly arose between them, rapidly flowing and linking, as if there were four invisible threads tightly binding their Destiny together.

Then, all entwined, burrowing into Gong Court’s body.

"Cough... Cough Cough!"

Originally lying on the ground, nearly breathless Gong Court’s body jerked violently, throat producing coughs choked by blood foam.

Then, under White Mask’s incredulous "gaze," he actually... propped himself up with a hand on the ground, shakily, like a marionette, stood back up.

The two terrifying blood holes on his chest visibly wriggled and healed.

The muscle fibers around the wound frantically wriggled and grew, ruptured blood vessels self-connected, shattered organs reshaped under some invisible force’s guidance.

Scarlet blood ceased flowing outward, instead eerily regressed inside the wound as if time reversed.

Only within a mere two or three seconds, the wounds completely vanished.

Leaving only two shallow pink scars on his bronze chest skin, like scabs freshly fallen off, as if the penetrating wound was an old scar from long ago.

....

Meanwhile!

"Pfft..."