"Crack..."
"Ka-cha!"
Sharp sounds rang out continuously.
A clamor came from the villa in the distance.
The Five Ghosts led the way, and before long, they were within a hundred-meter range of the villa.
"Hmm?"
Fang Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, and his figure suddenly flashed.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
Several holes appeared where he had just landed; if they had landed on him, even his Three-Thunder Body couldn't have withstood them.
"Bang!"
"Bang, bang!"
"Da-da-da..."
Rapid gunfire broke out, and countless bullets swept across the dense forest. The opponents did not know his exact location, so they simply covered the area entirely.
"Ding..."
A long saber appeared in Fang Zheng's hand, and the blade vibrated slightly, splitting an incoming bullet in two. He stood firmly on the spot.
Pistol bullets posed much less of a threat to a Martial Artist.
Within seven steps,
there was still some threat.
