"Truly, what a bunch of ignorant little cuties." Xu Huan's expression was somewhat sinister, his slender tongue licking his lips. Whoosh, his ten fingers transformed into sharp claws, disappearing in a flash, and when he reappeared, he leaped high into the air, swinging his claws toward Tan Qing, "Feel the taste of gushing blood."
"Hahaha..."
biu!
biu!
biu!
Tan Qing was just about to employ his marksmanship and teach the opponent a harsh lesson when he saw their head suddenly explode. He knew this was Ye Qian shooting.
No sound, only the invisible bullets formed by Spirit coalescence.
It couldn't be observed with the naked eye.
One could only sense the presence of Spirit Bullets.
Faced with this situation, Tan Qing couldn't just do nothing. Cooperation had to be perfect, and he brandished his steel spear, each thrust infused with fierce and domineering force, repeatedly piercing the opponent's body, leaving bowl-sized spiral wounds with each attack.
