As the clown spoke, a KEKEKE laugh escaped his lips.
BANG!
The rather fierce Bai Yuetong immediately fired a shot at him, using the very handgun awarded to her by the game center.
Logically, an ordinary revolver like that shouldn't be able to injure a Transcendent like the clown, whose Constitution exceeded 50.
Not to mention, the clown's agility was as high as 95; he could even dodge close-range bullets by reacting to the shooter's movements.
Yet, this Third Tier monster, after being shot, stared at Bai Yuetong in disbelief.
"Ugh! Such a powerful weapon! COUGH, COUGH!"
The clown shook his head and his seemingly boneless body, then slid down the lamppost and crashed to the ground.
"Is he dead?"
"No."
Lu Luo was certain. He had felt it—the moment the clown was shot, his aura had weakened substantially.
This meant Bai Yuetong's attack was definitely effective—remarkably so.
The power of that gun was enough to instantly kill an ordinary Third Tier Transcendent!
