"The formula for Tiangong Workshop's bone-melting powder..." Applying pressure with his five fingers, he felt the crunch of the other man's neck bones. "Was it modified using the Nangong Bloodline?"
A harsh red warning light flashed frantically, and large patches of black mucus began to seep from the submarine's bulkhead.
The bracer on Zhang Ming's left arm suddenly morphed, transforming into a high-speed rotating drill that easily bored through seven layers of heavy alloy plating.
Chapter 129