"Oh no!"

Li Zheng was shocked and let go of his hand and wanted to activate the aircraft to retreat again.

But he saw that the artificial human number seven had a black knife inserted on his head and looked at him.

The next moment, a broken bone-punched arm stabbed his chest and abdomen.

"puff!"

Blood light burst out.

Li Zheng now knew what the bats that were stabbed through by his spear were feeling before they died.

"cough."

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Li Zheng flew backwards five or six meters before landing on the ground along the strange force.

Fortunately, there was a baffle of the floating thruster in front of him to provide a layer of buffering, otherwise he would have really penetrated him.

"Damn, what material is the bone of this thing? Even a platinum-grade black knife cannot be cut?"

Li Zheng struggled to get up, looked down at him, and the aircraft baffle was stabbed into a circular hole.

Inside, there was also a wound of the same size on the skin and flesh layer on my chest, bleeding.

[If the floating thruster is damaged, please repair it in time.]

"Damn, I've lost a lot this time!"

Li Zheng's eyes went dark and he fell to the ground softly.

Before he fainted, his last thought was:
Chapter completed!