Every bolt of lightning that struck the Flying Dragons tore the smaller ones apart, their flesh charred and emanating an unpleasant odor, impossible to heal quickly.
This is true damage!
Hevi aimed specifically at the heads, and after two shots, the Flying Dragon's head would burst, with an additional shot ensuring instant death.
Within a short time, three Flying Dragons had already fallen at his hands.
The remaining Flying Dragons weren't foolish; those that flew out of the alley were now trying to surround him from the other side, forming a cheese sandwich pincer, while those charging from the front used their fallen companions as shields, closing in on Hevi.
"Only a fool wouldn't reposition."
Without hesitation, he turned and ran with a carefree and bold stride, narrowly escaping the alley before being sandwiched, sprinting towards a closer alley.
And he really made it in.
What followed was an endless cycle of tactics.
