Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

All I saw was that the demon soul was holding a spear tightly in his hand, and then he suddenly exerted force back, and Wang Zhan was pulled directly off the door!

Before Wang Zhan even had time to react, the Demon Soul immediately swung a fierce punch, his right fist hitting Wang Zhan's face straight. The punch was extremely fast and powerful, as if it was going to blow Wang Zhan's head apart!

Wang Zhan had just fallen into a state of dizziness and dazzlement for a short time because of the opponent's weapon. He originally tried to hold the weapon tightly in his hand, but he did not expect the opponent to suddenly pull hard, causing his hand to loosen unconsciously.

At this moment, Wang Zhan successfully got rid of the dizzy feeling. However, at this critical moment, Mo Hun quickly retracted the spear to his side and placed the gun behind him, keeping it parallel to his body.

At the same time, his right hand began to gather powerful strength, condensing into a fist filled with endless anger. This punch contained the endless rage and lethality of the demon soul, as if to pour all the resentment into it.

Immediately afterwards, the Demon Soul threw this angry punch without hesitation, hitting Wang Zhan's face directly.

The punch was incredibly fast, carrying a fierce momentum that seemed to completely crush Wang Zhan. The threat it posed was terrifying, as if one could sense the explosive force of anger about to erupt.

This punch was not only fast, but also fierce, full of the full force of the devil's soul.

"This punch is for my wife." The demon soul's face was full of ferociousness, and he shouted angrily.

At this moment, Wang Zhan just woke up from the dizziness, but he had not completely gotten rid of the dizziness. His consciousness was still a little fuzzy and his vision was not clear.

However, at this moment, he suddenly caught sight of the other person swinging a fist towards his face. The fist was fierce and powerful, as fast as lightning, catching him off guard.

"Oops!"

Wang Zhan secretly cried out in his heart, "It's over... What should I do?"

His face instantly turned pale as paper, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He secretly groaned in his heart, thinking that he was in big trouble now. What should he do?

Wang Zhan secretly thought that this was not the case. He knew that under normal circumstances, with his reaction speed and agility, he would have easily avoided this attack. But at this moment, his mind was still in a daze, and his body coordination was greatly reduced.

Seeing the fist getting closer and closer, he felt powerless to dodge, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart. In this instant, everything happened so fast that Wang Zhan had no chance to react at all.

Just like that, the Demon Soul swung a punch filled with anger, and without a doubt, it hit Wang Zhan's face directly, causing his already injured face to be severely injured again.

This punch came with swiftness and ferocity, as if imbued with boundless power and fury. It rushed towards Wang Zhan with the force of thunder, making it impossible to dodge or resist.

When the fist touched the face, time seemed to freeze for a moment, followed by a dull impact sound.

Wang Zhan was caught off guard by this sudden attack and his body suddenly leaned back. A painful expression suddenly appeared on his face and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The whole person seemed to be hit by a powerful force and was on the verge of collapse.

"what!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, Wang Zhan's body seemed to fly up and crashed straight into the temple gate.

Due to the extremely fast speed, he had no time to react and could only watch his body collide with the temple door, and his face came into close contact with the hard temple door without any protection.

The force of the collision was so great that Wang Zhan felt like his head was about to be smashed.

He only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and the severe pain made him involuntarily gush out a stream of blood from his mouth, and the blood sprayed on the door of the temple.

"puff!"

Wang Zhan felt a surge in his chest. He was already injured, and the Demon Soul's punch made him even more seriously injured. At the same time, a mouthful of blood gushed out like a fountain, spraying straight towards the closed door.

The spurting blood splashed on the door, forming a shocking pool of blood. Above the golden door, it looked like a blooming blood-colored flower, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

His body became extremely weak because of the blood. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. Wang Zhan could only stagger against the door to prevent himself from falling down due to his serious injuries.

"It's not over yet! This is for my baby girl."

Wang Zhan didn't even have time to rest and catch his breath before he heard the angry roar of the demon soul.

The Demon Soul actually rushed over again, and when Wang Zhan turned his face, he was surprised to find that the Demon Soul did not use a spear this time, but raised his left fist and smashed towards him fiercely.

The target of this punch was not his face, but his soft abdomen.

The speed of this blow was no less than the previous one, even faster and more powerful, and he was hit again. As expected, this punch shattered the armor on his stomach and hit Wang Zhan's stomach hard!

As the fist landed, a powerful impact instantly spread throughout his body.

Wang Zhan's body trembled involuntarily. He felt as if his stomach had been hit by a speeding truck. The excruciating pain was like countless steel needles piercing his abdomen at the same time, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Ah...ah!" Wang Zhan couldn't help but scream a few more times. It was too uncomfortable. He had to scream to vent the energy. It was too uncomfortable to hold it in. Although he had no strength left, the pain made him want to scream even more.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the only thing left in Wang Zhan's world was the heart-wrenching pain. His consciousness began to blur, and everything in front of him became blurred.

He tried to cover his stomach with his hands, but the severe pain left him without the strength to even raise his hands, even though he had already lost all his strength due to the constant injuries he suffered in the battle.

The power of this punch was so great that it not only made Wang Zhan's stomach feel like it was churning in an instant, but also made him fall into extreme pain.

His face was as pale as paper, cold sweat covered his forehead, and his lips were trembling slightly from the pain.

At this moment, he had completely lost his ability to resist and could only endure this torture silently.

And the Demon Soul himself seems to like this feeling very much. The feeling of tormenting people, the feeling of slowly tormenting people to death, is really wonderful to him.

So the Demon Soul clenched his fists and hit Wang Zhan repeatedly, but the power of these punches was much smaller, as if he had no strength left in the constant fighting. However, the opponent was obviously doing it on purpose, wanting to beat him slowly and torment him thoroughly. In fact, it was more like revenge, to vent his anger, and he talked while beating him.

"This punch is for my good brother!" As these words were shouted, the Demon Soul's fist smashed into Wang Zhan's body like lightning, making a dull thud. Wang Zhan was hit against the door again. His armor was severely damaged and almost scrapped. The blood flowing out of his body was automatically and continuously absorbed by the door.

The door of the temple also began to open slowly, but it was blocked by Wang Zhan's body, and the demon soul was attacking angrily, so they did not notice this detail.