Watching the leaping Corpse Dog vanish before Wang Qiang's chest, Tang Xiaoquan finally relaxed his tense heart.
His plan had succeeded, although the process was extremely perilous, the final result was nonetheless satisfactory.
"Whew~" Wang Qiang exhaled a long breath, and with this release, his chest began to heave violently uncontrollably.
No wonder Wang Qiang appeared so disheveled; if Wu Chao had been a few seconds slower, he feared he would have been petrified by the charging Corpse Dog.
Clearly, the resurrected Wang Qiang was brimming with anger, and once his breath was evened out, he turned his attention to the "damn bastard" Wu Chao had smashed into the car.
"Woof!" The Corpse Dog was equally enraged. It had clearly touched the prey's coat but inexplicably found itself distanced from its target.
It desperately leapt around, attempting to use the height of the seats to jump out of the carriage.
