Bang! Bang! Bang!
As Li Boyang continuously pulled the trigger,
bullets kept shooting out from the talismanic pistol.
However, having learned from previous mistakes, the Qingmu Clan didn't dare to be negligent this time, quickly dodging repeatedly.
For a Celestial God, once they got serious, predicting the bullets' trajectories was fairly easy.
If dodging was impossible, the Qingmu Clan only needed a thought, and a plant would swiftly root and sprout, blocking the gunshot for her.
"Tsk, seems like I can only catch her off guard once?"
Until the chamber was empty, Li Boyang couldn't inflict a second effective injury on the Qingmu Clan.
And that was with the other party maintaining her gigantic form and not creating distance.
"Even using such low-level witchcraft curses can hurt me, the weapon in your hand is already powerful enough!"
She reattached her severed arm with gritted teeth,
feeling ashamed of the cry of pain she had just let out.
