Crack.
Like an ice pick smashing into an ice sheet.
The crisp shattering sound spread out bit by bit like a spiderweb, echoing in the empty Stone Cave Square. The red vines binding Edge Type One didn't break a single strand, but the thin pale‑red light film covering Edge Type One's body shattered with a bang in that crisp sound, turning into a spray of glittering red light spots that fluttered down from mid‑air.
Immediately after.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Another five crisp gunshots, almost forming a straight line. Five pale‑blue halos burst one after another in the void, one following the next, like five heavy fists, punching again and again at the Witch standing in the center of the altar.
But this was ultimately Primordial's home field, and Zheng Qing's Fu Bullets lacked a physical carrier to hold the spell power, so even the closest Fu Bullet, after it burst, still had its halo a full foot away from Professor Montreya.
That was real "close at hand."
