Amidst the splattering brain fluid, the Divine Communicator withdrew his fire-tipped spear.
Then, he thrust out his spear once again.
This time, he aimed for the belly of the Poison Toad.
"Bang—!"
A huge gash opened in the Poison Toad's abdomen, the fiery red tip of the spear dyed its innards and blood the color of blazing flames—dazzling, brilliant.
Following this, the Divine Communicator retracted and thrust his spear again.
"Bang—!"
This time, the left leg of the Poison Toad broke off directly, sliding down along the hero statue, with blood beneath the statue's eyes drawing a red tear, extending all the way to the base.
Bai Yi watched this cruel scene, his voice hoarse as he asked, "What is he... doing?" Even Qing Ya had never resorted to such a violent method to torture a criminal to death. It would be more appropriate to say that the person using such methods can no longer be called a vigilante or hero, but rather, a pure criminal.
Lan Ou remained silent.
