"Ah, why did it have to be a critical hit at this time? The opponent's heart seemed so valuable, and now it's completely blown away."
Zhang Yanhang had actually tried hard to forcibly terminate the attack after realizing it was a critical hit, but he was a step too slow. Just as the thought had occurred to him, his fist had already solidly pounded the Goblin Chief's chest.
The Goblin Chief, whose chest suddenly became very cool, couldn't help but vomit a large mouthful of dark green blood mixed with bits of flesh – these were fragments of lung tissue that had been forcibly pushed up the esophagus by the spreading impact.
Just as the Goblin Chief had finished vomiting the last of the blood and its body was about to uncontrollably fall to the ground, its originally empty chest cavity had, unbeknownst to when, been completely filled with dazzlingly bright blue electric plasma.
