"Whew..."
Liang Kuan exhaled a long breath, and the three-foot white dragon dissipated into thin air.
In almost an instant, sweat soaked through the entire tactical suit.
The whole person seemed like a war machine, madly radiating terrifying heat in all directions.
Mountain Goat, who got closer, felt the heatwave and his face twitched.
"Deal with the wounds first."
Liang Kuan looked down at himself and found several bloody holes in his chest.
With a wave of his giant fan-like hand, he tore off his combat suit, and his muscles wriggled as three deformed bullets were forcibly squeezed out, clinking as they hit the ground.
"No time left."
Liang Kuan moved forward, rain washing over his burly body, turning into steaming mist enveloped around him due to the heat of his flowing blood.
The soldiers quickly moved aside.
