The villa in the mountains was destroyed, seemingly releasing some shackle that bound the undead creature. Its thigh tendons were taut, stretched to the limit, and even oozed blood, its figure launching forward like an arrow from a bow, so fast that it left only a streak of afterimages in the eyes of ordinary people like Xiao Feng and others.
The remaining claw on the undead creature's arm slashed through the air, reaching for Bai Zhi, who stood at the forefront, guarding Xiao Feng's family. There was no time to draw a gun and fire at this distance. Bai Zhi flipped her palm, revealing... a hilt with no blade.
She loosened her grip with five fingers, twisting the naturally falling hilt about the back of her thumb like spinning a pen, causing the concealed blade to slide out under gravity, transforming into a full, arm-length weapon.