Then, the trigger gently moved backward a few inches, and the metal sheet tornado emitted a dense roar like a swarm of bees, with dazzling metal pieces spinning at high speed under the control of the chip, instantly consuming the gorilla.
Bertha Marley's so-called ultimate trump card, the gorilla, was indeed formidable—ordinary handgun bullets likely couldn't penetrate its body. But in front of the God Thunderstorm, it was as fragile as a freshly baked cake, instantly torn into countless pieces by the steel shards.
Isabella Lindsey quietly observed the spot where the gorilla had stood moments ago. The monstrous beast, like a demon god, had completely vanished, leaving behind a swath of trees knocked down in the forest, carving out a blood-stained path.
Gently caressing the God Thunderstorm, Isabella was once again awed by the power of the weapon she had adamantly chosen; its assistance was truly enormous!
