Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

Then, "This punch is for my brother, this punch is for all my family!"

With another roar, Mo Hun swung his fist and hit Wang Zhan again. His eyes flashed with endless anger and hatred, and he continued to increase his attack power. With every shout, the pain in Mo Hun's heart increased by 10%, as if reminding him of the sad memories of the past.

Every punch, every kick, and every move contains the anger and sorrow deep in the demon soul's heart, as if wanting to vent all the pain and injustice.

His attacks were as dense and fierce as a storm, leaving people breathless.

Wang Zhan struggled to hold on under the demonic spirit's relentless bombardment, but he didn't retreat or give in. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't retreat even if he wanted to.

As for surrendering, he didn't even have the chance to speak. The pain in his body made it impossible for him to utter a word.

Time passed by minute by minute, as if it would never end. No one could be sure how long this tragic beating had lasted.

At this moment, Wang Zhan's body had already been shrouded in endless pain, with wounds of all sizes all over his body. His armor was torn to pieces by every punch and kick of the Demon Soul. His current body was really shocking.

Blood gushed out of these wounds like a fountain, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

His face was as pale as paper, bloodless, revealing a heart-wrenching sense of fragility and powerlessness.

His originally resolute face was now distorted by pain, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his lips were trembling slightly. He seemed to want to say something, but no sound came out.

His breath became weaker and weaker, as if it would stop at any time, which made people worry for him.

However, in this bloody and fierce battle, a very small detail was quietly happening - the blood flowing from Wang Zhan's body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, continuously converging towards the gate.

The bright red blood flowed down Wang Zhan's body, then quickly seeped into the surface of the gate and disappeared.

Neither Wang Zhan nor his enemy seemed to notice this unusual situation. Their attention was completely focused on each other and they continued to fight.

In addition, Wang Zhan felt that although he had suffered many injuries and was in great pain, he felt that there was an invisible force maintaining his body, and the source of this mysterious force was the door of the temple behind him.

At this time, the door was already opened, releasing an invisible energy. This energy was maintaining Wang Zhan's vitality and repairing his body. He gradually developed a strange connection with the temple, and the pain in his body began to decrease.

At this time, the Demon Soul also discovered something was wrong. He found that he had attacked many times, but the opponent seemed to never die.

Even though he was constantly seeking revenge and venting his inner anger, he still noticed something unusual.

He began to re-examine the enemy in front of him, carefully observing the other party's reaction and status.

Every blow should have caused huge damage to the opponent, but this person was able to hold on and did not even show any signs of death. After all, he should have died long ago after so many attacks.

Doubt and uneasiness welled up in Mohun's heart, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of existence the other party was. Did he possess some special ability or defense mechanism? Or was there some secret weapon that could withstand such a fierce attack?

As time went by, the Demon Soul gradually calmed down and realized that he could no longer continue blindly.

Such endless attacks did not solve the problem, but instead put him in a dilemma. He needed to stop and think about what to do next.

So, in order to completely solve the problem at hand, the Demon Soul simply stopped attacking. He knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would be the first to fall down from exhaustion. At the same time, he didn't want to waste time anymore. He wanted to avenge his family, and although it felt good to keep beating his enemies.

But if we continue fighting like this, it will only be a waste of time. The order from above is to eliminate the War Emperor. If we continue fighting, we are afraid that the opponent will suddenly attack, which is the most dangerous situation.

So, after the Demon Soul stopped attacking, he took a few steps back, quickly walked to the position of his gun, quickly picked up his spear, and aimed it at the War Emperor's chest.

This time, he would definitely not show mercy, and there would be no accidents. He aimed at the chest and stabbed it directly and violently. This shot would definitely take his life.

At this moment, when the spear was about to pierce Wang Zhan's chest and his life was really hanging by a thread, Wang Zhan was still in a semi-comatose state.

The temple gate, which had been silent before, suddenly emitted a golden light, which was a very dazzling golden light.

The door, which had just opened a hole, now opened a bigger hole, as if it had absorbed enough of Wang Zhan's blood. After Wang Zhan suffered so many attacks, the door seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. At Wang Zhan's most critical moment, the door opened, releasing golden light that surrounded Wang Zhan's body, trying to pull Wang Zhan in.

Because the temple suddenly opened, the golden light released instantly blinded Mohun's eyes, forcing him to pause and wait for his eyes to get better and adapt before opening them again.

"What the hell is going on? Why did the temple open without any warning? Could it be that the fierce attack just now caused this change? I can't care less now! I must kill him today!"

The Demon Soul stared at the open temple door. Although he was full of doubts, he continued to pick up the spear and stab Wang Zhan. Just when the dazzling golden light tightly wrapped Wang Zhan's body, the Demon Soul successfully stabbed the spear in his hand into Wang Zhan's chest at the last moment.

"Ah!!!" As this shocking spear was thrust out, Wang Zhan's body trembled violently. The extremely sharp spear was like a ferocious beast, ruthlessly tearing his tough chest, and at the same time, it was quickly pulled out after stabbing in.

In an instant, a stream of boiling blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing in the air around it, forming a shocking blood mist.

Wang Zhan let out a shrill, agonizing scream that resounded through the heavens, seemingly shaking the entire world. Endless pain surged into his heart like a tide, making it nearly unbearable for him.

He clutched his chest tightly, trying to stop the blood from flowing, but it was all in vain.

His face turned pale as paper, cold sweat covered his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around became blurred. Only the pungent smell of blood and Wang Zhan's painful breathing filled the entire mountaintop, and his eyes revealed despair and unwillingness.

He never imagined that he would suffer such a heavy blow at this final moment.

However, no matter how he struggled, from the moment the temple door opened, the gears of fate had begun to turn and could not be reversed.

The most unexpected thing was that even though the Demon Soul's shot finally ruthlessly pierced Wang Zhan's chest, at this last moment, the door of the temple suddenly opened and burst into dazzling golden light.

This light tightly wrapped Wang Zhan's body like an indestructible shield, and pulled him into the temple in an instant.

In this way, the temple rescued Wang Zhan at the most critical moment, and Wang Zhan truly escaped from the disaster. At the same time, his gun was also sucked into the temple.