"How is this possible!"

The Gun Demon covered his mouth, his eyes bulging in disbelief at the scene before him.

Reflecting on it, it seemed the Night Emperor had thrown something with his hand.

Instinctively, he looked up and saw a playing card lodged above the door frame.

The card was embedded over an inch into the aluminum alloy door frame!

"This...even bullets don't have this kind of power, right?"

This terrifying power, if it were nailed into his own body, the consequences would be unimaginable!

A gust of wind from below startled the Gun Demon from his stupor, and he looked down to see a figure lunging towards him.

"Die!"

By now, the Gun Demon had been shocked too many times, but instead, he found a resolve to go all out.

He roared as he threw the half-broken gun, striking Qin Hao harshly.

As pain swept over Qin Hao's chest, his body charged forward to meet the Gun Demon. One of his arms was sagging due to a gunshot wound to the shoulder, but the other gripped the Gun Demon's neck fiercely.

This grip nearly snapped the Gun Demon's neck.

Poof!

He felt the pain at the back of his neck, with blood spraying down like heavy rain.

"Die!"

Enduring intense pain, the Gun Demon tried to push Qin Hao away but found the other's arm had locked tightly around his back.

"Get off!"

The Gun Demon, unable to shake him off, laid his head back and viciously bit into Qin Hao's right arm.

"Hiss!"

Qin Hao gasped in pain, cursing, "Damn it, are you part dog!?"

He felt helpless inside; if his left shoulder wasn't injured, he could have easily dealt with the Gun Demon.

But now, the severe wound near his scapula left him unable to lift his arm.

As a result, he couldn't apply strength with the arm wrapping the other's neck.

Just then, a subordinate noticed the situation behind, screamed in fright, and shook uncontrollably.

Due to his actions, the helicopter, which was initially ascending, tilted to one side, its body leaning downwind.

This change nearly sent the Gun Demon falling out the door; he held tight to the cabin door, barely stabilizing himself while the helicopter continued to descend.

In panic, he released Qin Hao's right arm and turned to scream, "Idiot, control the plane!"

"Yes!"

The pilot responded in terror, struggling to keep control but finally steadying the helicopter, although due to the earlier tilt, it was only thirty meters above the ground.

Relieved to be free from crashing, the Gun Demon felt a chill behind his head. Instinctively turning, he saw a gaping maw, the teeth as chilling as a shark's!

Rip! Those card teeth approached the Gun Demon's left cheek, biting into his ear.

Agonizing pain surged, and the Gun Demon screamed frantically, one hand pounding Qin Hao's face uselessly.

Qin Hao, determined, clamped his jaw even tighter.

His twisted grin was filled with satisfaction: Bite me, will you? Here's the price!

To be honest, as the Night Emperor, Qin Hao hadn't resorted to such low tactics in a long time.

If it weren't for the other's provocation, he might not have thought of such a direct method to win.

With a ripping sound, Qin Hao's head moved from the Gun Demon's left cheek, leaving an ear in his bloodied mouth.

"Ah!"

The Gun Demon, no longer bothering to punch Qin Hao, clutched his hollow ear and screamed miserably.

The sound nearly scared the pilot out of his wits.

Poof!

He casually spat out the ear, then raised his head again to bite, this time into the Gun Demon's hand.

To bolster his biting force, he concentrated his inner strength into his mouth; with this bite, not only did he tear the skin and flesh from the Gun Demon, but the bones in his hand also broke!

"Ah! Let go of my hand!"

The Gun Demon was driven mad by the pain, his eyes reddened, and seeing Qin Hao's sneer, he couldn't help but scream in madness, "If you don't let go, I'll let go, and we'll die together!"

By this moment, he was tortured to the brink of collapse.

Rather than being bitten to death, he might as well release and perish with the Night Emperor!

Qin Hao couldn't speak, his cracked lips showing mockery, teeth biting with even greater vigor!

Having suffered terrorist torture, endured the brutal training camps, survived bullets, and knife wounds...

It could be said the Gun Demon's lifetime suffering was extensive, his tolerance far surpassing that of an average person.

Yet, under Qin Hao's inner-strength-enhanced biting, the excruciating pain shattered his will.

Instinctively, he yelled, "You forced me to this," then let go of the door, falling with Qin Hao toward the ground.

A madman like the Gun Demon performing a suicidal act—

The mere mention would be hard for anyone to believe.

But Qin Hao had predicted it all along. With his inner strength boosting his bite force, even an elephant would struggle, let alone the flesh and blood Gun Demon.

At the moment of the fall, Qin Hao, hugging the Gun Demon's neck, moved his right hand to grab the door handle, halting his descent to hang mid-air.

"Die!" The Gun Demon screamed hysterically, only to see Qin Hao below not falling.

Oh no!

He instinctively reached for Qin Hao's leg but was stomped fiercely on the neck.

Crunch!

With a powerful stomp, the Gun Demon's neck snapped directly.

His body instantly went numb, blood rushing to his head, his eyes bulging from congestion.

With death approaching, the sense of imbalance enveloped his body. The Gun Demon craned his neck, seeing the ground rushing up, his face filled with terror.

Finally, with a muffled thud, the Gun Demon's face made intimate contact with the ground, becoming a mass of mangled flesh, his eyes bouncing god-knows-where.

The heartless Demon's end was a gruesome death!

"Phew!"

Seeing the Gun Demon crash to the ground from afar, Qin Hao sat at the helicopter door, exhaling in dissatisfaction as he muttered, "The height wasn't enough, didn't turn into pulp."

This murmur, to the pilot, sounded like the Death God's summoning.

He didn't see what happened behind him, but judging from the captain's screams, he knew the Night Emperor had the upper hand.

Hearing the captain's voice cease and combining it with the Night Emperor's words—

He realized the captain was dead! And had suffered a dreadful fall!

Am I going to die too? No!

Survival instinct aroused, the pilot disregarded piloting the helicopter, drawing a pistol from his waist pocket.

He abruptly turned, madly firing at Qin Hao, "Die, Night Emperor!"

Hearing the shout, Qin Hao was stunned, seeing the pilot's ferocious face and momentarily felt dumbfounded: Damn, I forgot about this guy.

In this life-and-death moment, he suddenly recalled the playing card embedded in the door!

Without a millisecond of hesitation, Qin Hao lifted his right hand to grab the card, shaking his wrist swiftly.

Swoosh!

The card produced a cutting sound, slicing open the pilot's throat.

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