章節 1287: The God Who Became a Dog

That being said, the witch was quite angry.

Just now, the clone had grabbed Iron Man with the rope dart in one hand and tossed several gun clips to the detective with the other.

After the detective reloaded the guns, what they fired were bullets that had the strength to contend with her.

However, the power in the golden bullets was too weak to be a threat; they could only kill the puppet soldiers and shatter her Touch of Shadow.

She turned serious at that moment, and the black fragments and the liquid left behind after the puppet soldiers exploded in the subway station moved according to her will, condensing into a black snake that was the width of a bucket. It roared and lunged at the detective who had disrupted the situation.

"Hiss~" The black snake was surging forward aggressively, when it suddenly froze and stopped moving. Its huge mouth was only two meters away from Luke.