Even ordinary firearms can inflict quite severe injuries on it, and its whole body seems to be holding on with sheer willpower.
"Xila..." Dr. Genjin's gaze naturally passed through the car window and saw the heavily scarred Xila. He felt a pang of guilt: "I'm sorry, you probably hate me. Hate me for researching Zidale Gas, which led to such a tragedy. It's all my fault."
If only he hadn't researched Zidale Gas back then and kept it at his home for study, his daughter wouldn't have died in that accident, and Xila wouldn't have turned into such a monster.
"Doctor, don't be saddened. Humanity always progresses through mistakes." Chu Xuan spoke in a detached tone, yet he was comforting Dr. Genjin.
"Cough! Cough! You're right, Mr. Chu Xuan." Dr. Genjin's expression was weary, and he suddenly coughed a few times. A dark red stain appeared on the palm covering his mouth.
"You..."
