135 Welcome to Hell

In the fifth-floor lobby, the only light was from an old-fashioned lampshade above the elevator doors, where several unnamed moths collided with the cover, creating crisp sounds that echoed in the dim surroundings.

"Gulp."

Shao Zifeng, watching the fat man on the ground twist and convulse, swallowed hard. What was happening before his eyes was shattering his understanding of the world once more.

A normal person taking a full hit from the Wind and Lightning had no chance of survival, and his injuries should not have allowed him to be alive, yet he was still struggling to get up.

The Chasing Moon Dog hunkered down and stepped back cautiously, watching the fat man on the ground with a threatening growl.

Niu Feng's obese body twisted as he lifted his charred face. His vocal cords must have been damaged because, when he opened his mouth, which had been torn by electricity, he roared, yet no sound came out.