Wang Dadong instinctively tilted his head slightly.
Thud!
A dart whizzed past Wang Dadong's ear and struck the man's forehead!
Damn it!
Wang Dadong was somewhat frustrated; it seemed the target wasn't him but this Psychic.
Watching the man's pupils gradually dilate, Wang Dadong felt a bit helpless, but he wasn't too disappointed.
Although a living specimen is preferable, a dead one is not a big problem, as long as his blood is collected.
But obviously, Wang Dadong's plan fell through, as the hole in the man's forehead suddenly began to spread, like a black hole swallowing his face and emitting intense heat.
"What the hell!"
Wang Dadong's expression changed, and he quickly threw the man's body aside.
Then, to Wang Dadong's astonishment, the man's body was completely reduced to ashes.
The idea of using the man as an experiment was ruined, leaving Wang Dadong a bit depressed.
